Hood Psalm lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, f*ck anybody against me
Either in these streets or this fake ass industry
I said I was gonna make it, but y'all wasn't feelin' me
n*ggas said I was just dreamin', oh yeah, well pinch me
Cause these money stacks look hella real
Every time I count it up I know how paper cuts feel
You're ain't supposed to feel pain in a dream are you?
That's right, it's real life b*tch, I'm a star
That's why my T's stay extra crispy
They so white, n*ggas might try to sniff me
Bought some new jeans, ball cap, keep it simple
Shoes clean, my closet look like a mall window
Little bit of Foot Locker, little bit of Men's Land
Whole lot of swap meet and half of Lids man
I got the game rigged, you n*ggas can't win
Don't make my gun joyride and take you for a spin

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Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I feel no evil to my very last breath
So motherf*ckers
Don't bother
No weapon for n*ggas we shall prosper
I put that on my momma and my father
n*gga, run up and I'll bomb ya
It's my time to shine
I'm doin' my thing
So haters bow down and crown me king
Ain't nobody hotter
So don't bother
No weapon for n*ggas we shall prosper
Amen
[Verse 2]
Not a knife, not a gun, not a tank, not a nuclear bomb
Not a whole army, not a n*gga, not no one
Invincible
I'm super n*gga
Be sensible cadets
Salute me n*ggas
Respect your superior
Drivin' by, value high
German engineerin', the Benz, I call it The Fuhrer
So you n*ggas know the rims is killer
Wooo, take a look inside
Feel that interior
The leather tighter sh*t than Eddie was wearin'
I gotta floss
Keep them haters and b*tches starin'
I'm not N.W.A
I'm a n*gga Wit Acres
Swiss bankers and private plane hangers
While you broke
Pretend to be gang bangers
Stay in the mirror, perfecting your mean faces
I poke porno b*tches
Real gang bangers
I never had to fake and look, I'm still famous
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[Verse 3]
My career on steroids
I keep gettin' bigger
Once they put you in the tabloids you done made it n*gga
Right between the Loch Ness Monster and Chupacabra
My Hustle & Flow gonna get me an Oscar
Oh I think they like me
You really like me
The b*tches visit suck Bishop on the nightly
All the niceties? I ain't fooled
People only kind to me cause I'm signed to dude
To get here, I prayed, slaved, hustled, struggled, balled
If this was overnight, I'd be over tomorrow
I'm still gonna be here
When you ain't here
This a message for you haters to hear
Close your eyes motherf*cker if you hate to see me shine
You n*ggas know you love it, send me a Valentine
I used to be skinny, gap toothed and not a dime
Now I'm rich and buff and I got Invisaline

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