Hazelwood lyrics

Yea, this that fix me a plate sh*t
That ghetto sh*t, uh
Oh you do hair?, in your house?
Get money, yea

Yea, this that corner sh*t, you feel me? I was on that bench
Thinkin’ I would make a milli, money comin’ in so silly
Had that product servin’ junkies with my n*ggas on the Nolia
Shout out to my n*gga Mainer before Cheeser had that Rover uh
East side, 32, hundreds on just caddies
Shout out to the ho that played me, glad I ain’t your baby daddy
Whole hood represented, Bobby Rothman before Sally
You know that’s the war zone, yea that’s the alley
You know Freeze, that’s my n*gga
And his pops, well that’s J Five
Fiends callin’, moms cussing me out at the same time
That’s curren$y, New Orleans, countin’ money, get high
I do the same thing in the morning, ask them, why would I lie?

So my connect you will never know
A hundred things by myself but now I’m doin’ shows
I put that on my hood, they already know
I’m a Nolia boy so I’m trained to go

It’s a cookout at the playground, pull my car right up to Lewis
Uncle yolkey hoopin' with the youngins barely shootin’
Got a cousin with some babies, I be buyin’ for the kids
My cousin V, he did the same, he scoop me from the crib
Yea, you know that top off, that Camaro baby
I ain’t in the army but it’s shout out to my camos
Playing angle, second Nav, that’s Mike’s skinny candy
Got a cut, then a plate, yea, fresh up out of Janie’s
This my hood, a n*gga love it
Never leave it cuz I can’t
It’s the reason that a n*gga got these bands up in my pan
Can’t forget my mom cuz she raised a boy up to a man
Rest in my peace to all my homies and my n*ggas in the can, damn