Still in the Hood - Jay Rock, Trae Tha Truth

I ain’t fresh out the hood

I’m still in the hood

Still, still in the hood

I ain’t fresh out the hood

I’m still in the hood

Like a 454 big engine that could

And I’m still on the block and you wishing you was

But you can’t come back, they see the bitch in you blood

Jay Rock been gutter with the roaches and the rats

Pull up in that 7 series then I park it in the trap

Homies give me dap and the bitches give me hugs

The industry hate me but the hood show me love

I’ve been doing this, I’ve been seen the grams

And the ounces to the bricks coming straight up out the Nicks

Federalies got they eyes on the operation

(First the work, talk it cold, slowly conversatin'?)

Smash it down, cop the nav, headin' to the swap meet

Cop a thousand white tees, Cortez Nikes, chains all icy

Niggas know better, it ain’t no point to try to fight me

Them choppers get hyphy

Ridin' slow with my eyes on low

Niggas can’t see inside my window

(What up? I’m in the hood)

And I ain’t never going nowhere

Swear you can find me right here (Y-yeah)

I ain’t fresh out the hood

I’m still in the hood

Still, still in the hood

Steppin' out the liquor store, two 11 tall cans

Bottle of that Jose, gin with the OJ

Hundreds with the old face, kush in a swisher wrap

Watts on my fitted cap Nigga where your city at?

Mine’s on the east side, ace to the (losom lot?)

Welcome to the beehive, show you what it be like

Niggas better behave, have heart be brave

Keep God on your side, now before it’s too late

When them lights come on, hear my niggas (thuggin'?)

Cookies comin' out the oven, customers they steady comin'

Dice games

Always jumpin', watch Daddy shake 'em up

(Centerfold?), back door, shake his pocket leave him broke

Now I ain’t fresh out the hood, I’m still in the hood

Thuggin' old school, rollin' chopper covered in wood

Acrobatic in the coupe top, sipped on time off (?)

Futuristic with the whip the dealership ain’t put mine on (?)

Keep it until time’s up as soon as they find out (?)

Hater’s be in their place so they could beat up and sign off (?)

And the trapped niggas coppin' it

I represent the (?) in the the city, I’m king bitch

…where rappers never go never get seen bitch

It’s 3 in the morning find me at Tony’s coppin' up (?)

Ride up the whip for when they reup and most of them (?) be

The only one real enough to bring the hood to wherever

Niggas talkin' tough, but when I come will they get it together

(?) like to breathe, never (???)

If I (?) take the bullets coming for your insides