Stay Hood - Waka Flocka Flame

I'm a stay 'hood 'til the day that I die
Yeah - 'til the day that I die
I'm a twist this w**d, my ni**a, let's get high
Yeah...
I said I'm a stay motherf**kin' 'hood 'til the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, ni**a, that's just how I ride
I come from the hood where you don't testify
Take murder with no tears off in your f**kin' eyes
All my niggas ride, where I come from, ain't gon' feel ones, ni**a
F**k you thinkin'?
Have a f**k boy Pacquiao plankin'
'Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin'
50K for a show, no poppin'
Spit izzle to a dumb b**ch ears
Broke niggas can't talk like this
Rolex on my main b**ch wrist
Blood bottoms on a young ni**a boots
Looks like I just stomped a ni**a out
Get your man down, ni**a, lights out
Shoot at your a** with that mouthin' about
He ain't talk no more, what's happening?
Outside your mama house, what's crackin'?
Poppin' mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin'
Them boys ain't real, stop actin' like us
In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
I'm the only motherf**ker that I really trust
In a bad b**ch's guts – always
Countin' money like always
Gettin' money from three-ways
I could never, ever see no rainy days
Hollygrove in this motherf**ker
I'm tired of all these big niggas
These motherf**kers like Robitussin
I'm rollin' up with my b**ch, ni**a
As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
Swisher Sweets, swish, ni**a
Hit that sh*t like an open jumper
Rest in peace Lil' Beezy
I wish my ni**a could see me now
Motherf**kers better king me
I'm a walk around wearin' Jesus' crown
These niggas just p**sy
I'm a let that chopper eat 'em out
Dead body in the bushes
Well that's a bush you don't beat around
Beat your a** with my skateboard
W**d loud like you make noise
I'm on them trees like Akon
My cellphone goin' napalm
Guns sound like bass drums
Young Money, drum section
Psycho... ward, ni**a - 1-7, Tunechi!