Hood Gospel lyrics

Going through so much i can feel the pain in my body, All this sh*t up on my mind but i can't vent to nobody,No i ain't a feen but right now yeah i'm gone off the molly, I hang with drug dealers,cold steppers they'll catch a body. All this sh*t im going through i feel the pain in my body, I swear that bloccboy he so reckless he'll shoot anybody, all this sh*t im going through but i can't vent to nobody, I hang wit drug dealers, cold steppers they'll catch a body (Yeah)

Homicide strictly violence n*gga we toting them handguns, We gone slide up on your block we throwing a temper tantrum, You can't name a situation that i ever f*cking ran from, He keep talking on social sites lil n*gga come & spin something,I told my brother f*ck that,Load that choppa we gone slide tonight catch him slipping with his eyes closed yeah that n*gga dying tonight, All that instagram thugging, pus*y n*gga was it worth your life? His family posting R.I.P he get printed on a shirt tonight
And where im from n*ggas rob just for 20 Dollars, I don't need no (Hitman) this choppa spit and make him (Holla). n*gga be thankful for yo family some n*ggas dont got a father, Caught him slipping in some polo bullets went right through his collar. I swear im tired of talking to mike through a jailphone, I pray that one day he gone be free and that he coming home. Only real n*ggas can feel the pain coming through this song, choppa make him get back bullets circulating through ya dome

I was a bad lil n*gga no the teachers couldn't teach me sh*t,n*ggas thuggin everyday skipping school just to hit a lick, Gang banging doing drugs lil n*gga ,That sh*t made me sick. We was supposed to rob him not kill him but he whipped out the stick, Now its a homicide, Bodies dropping n*gga mommas crying, In Chicago that sh*t crazy all our brothers dying, Murder rate rising bodies dropping n*ggas slanging iron, Bullets flying tires scratching n*gga yeah they slidin

Think before you act, but never think before you shoot. Cause n*gga if you think to long you might end up on the news, And if a n*gga up on you let me tell you what to do, you better whip out that nina and get to blowing like a flute,And if i ever see the opps in public n*gga imma stretch em, That choppa make him sneeze then the ambulance gone bless em, This the story of a real n*gga, n*gga can you feel me? I scammed a couple n*ggas now them n*ggas wanna kill me. But you know that i can't go like that,Grab the Glock then c*ck it back got some n*ggas that'll snatch yo spine boy you better watch your back, And you better not try to run up on me, pus*y n*gga you get whacked. All them n*ggas turn to b*tches when they hear that Glock go click clack.Yeah we spinning like a ferris wheel, n*gga better have his steel, 6 Shots to his body he won't have no f*cking time to heal

You just need to feel my pain, Im not really even trying to kill, Imma spin on yo block sober lil n*gga i don't need a pill. If you dont think im bout what i rap lil n*gga come & test me. Ill slide through yo hood in yo b*tch whip if she let me, Told my momma not to worry cause this pistol gone Protect me, 24 Shots like im (Kobe) I can't let these n*ggas catch me. One night i spent on his block he told me spin again. Yeah since he talking out his neck he get hit in the chin, Yeah everybody switching sides cause they just wanna win, I'm like a teacher when i slide i subtract many men

b*tch i never switched sides n*gga i just switched lanes, cause when i got older i realized n*ggas ain't the same. Heard he talking sh*t the choppa make him sing like (T-Pain), All this sh*t im going through its been driving me insane. Beat his ass on (Cam) cause lil n*gga i got a (ColdHeart), You better stay out the way cause them 223's hella sharp. n*gga say he got some aim, He dont even know how to play darts. n*gga i got what you need come shop with me call me Handy Mart, n*gga think sh*t sweet he must think this sh*t a tootsie roll, That sh*t was like a movie the way i whipped out my f*cking pole .Had to cut off my day one n*gga he dont think i know he told. Now he tryna beef with me cause that pus*y n*gga know he sold.All these b*tches see im up now and they just tryna get a piece. Rest up 23 , Kill em all and show no sympathy. n*gga i ain't stupid. I know these n*ggas ain't gone ride 4 me. I stay to myself and keep that Glock up on the side of me. n*gga play with me and i swear its gone be a robbery. Boy you ain't my homie pus*y n*gga stop lying to me. b*tch i ain't no bozzo why these n*ggas keep on trying me. Bloccboy said u want em dead i said f*ck it that sh*t fine with me..