Krept & Konan – My Hood Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m just tryna find a way out
Always stuck up in the same cell
Don’t wanna end up in the jail house
That’s how it goes in my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
That’s how it goes in my hood

[Verse 1: Konan]
Life on this road ting
One brother comes out, another brother goes in
Tryna get this dough in, licking it a gram slanging
Most of my life spent in my hood gangbanging
And when you get money brothers grudge you
Can’t get a job so you rob or you cut food
Jakes wanna cuff you
Snakes wanna slug you
Get your Ps up all the girls wanna fuck you
Word, tryna get out this life that I’m caught in
Cause the judge is living out bits like an auction
I’m just tryna get this Lizzie in
But I ain’t tryna end up in the can like a fizzy drink
In my hood, you’ve gotta be ready to dump
Cause my hood, single mums have to bury their sons
So you know it ain’t no joke bro
Tryna get more grands than an old folk’s home
Kones

[Hook]
I’m just tryna find a way out
Always stuck up in the same cell
Don’t wanna end up in the jail house
That’s how it goes in my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
That’s how it goes in my hood

[Verse 2: Krept]
South London, my birthplace
Listen up, I’ma resurrect my worst days
Ice rink, I wish it weren’t Drake
Hurts me that he died cause of my birthday
Poetz, the wrong place at the wrong time
Frenzy at the wrong speed on the wrong bike
Tiny A, the wrong beef at the wrong fight
Termz, the wrong scene on the wrong night
They stabbed Charmz, because he’s not hyped
It’s really peak around here, a lot dying
Feds stop, say it’s routine, stop lying
It’s cause I’m in a blacked car and I’m not white
Round here you ain’t dying from an earthquake
Man will sky it, you’ll die from a burst face
Feds are on us, they don’t want us in the workplace
Why do you think they’re shotters in the first place

[Hook]
I’m just tryna find a way out
Always stuck up in the same cell
Don’t wanna end up in the jail house
That’s how it goes in my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
That’s how it goes in my hood

[Verse 3: G Frsh]
So if I thought of Heath
I’ve always known as taught and eat
Where niggas like me weren’t taught to eat
But it ain’t nothing on road but pork and beef
Couple chicks in the mix but birds will tweet
So if I make nest then it ain’t my tree
And don’t count the swears when you’re known like me
I’m a Deano man, gotta move low key
But still I’m far from the street, I’m driving the biggest of whips
Only hiding behind the [?] and the darkest tints
Tryna get out but I’m so far in, I’m comfortable
I got it sold for a grand cause I’m so far gone
Well, compared to him but even though I moved okay but still I’m so far from them
Cause I’m tryna make sales and avoid cells
Move bars and avoid jail
I’m sitting and still I’m tryna avoid hell
I ain’t tryna feed my baby girl, I’m tryna give her the world, so

[Hook]
I’m just tryna find a way out
Always stuck up in the same cell
Don’t wanna end up in the jail house
That’s how it goes in my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
That’s how it goes in my hood

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