No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my my bitch Got a nigga in in my feelings Got a nigga in in my feelings, in in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my my niggas busting at the cops, on the

We the best DJ Khaled we the best Who we nigga The winner I represent the ghetto across the world And you represent the horde two hands in in the sky I'm so hood hood (listen) I wear my my pants below my my waist And I never dance when I'm in in this place

Where my my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my my door And washed me clean of my my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in in more than it floats on above And

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my my shack Goring my my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

We in in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My My trunk and my my hood

Intestinal crank And the crank will turn Drawing out the guts I will die in in pain Disemboweled alive Butchers drag me to the rack Bind my my hands to the bar Legs are fastened to the table Hooded man unsheathes his knife

I look around and I see nothing in in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my my bags, told mom and dad I've gotta go, go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Walking on the pavement I chip my my pride and my

Meadows of Heaven Meadows of heaven Heaven, heaven, heaven I close my my eyes, the lantern dies The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew Childhood games, woods and lakes Streams of silver, toys of olden days The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures

Oh my my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in in the hood hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) All my my grizzy niggas