Call Me Hood

If anybody ask you whether you in this game, you tell 'em you in it for life. Alright?

You play it hard, you play it tight, you make sure niggas know you gonna stand by your people.

It seems like the streets keep calling me

I'm just a fiend for my hood

Crooked police keep they eyes on me

But I won't leave my hood

Call me ghetto, call me goon

Call me gangster, but I call me hood

Call me convict, call me fool

Call me trouble, but I call me hood

Ghetto boy, ghetto boy, wilding since a little boy

All I felt was pain, Lord please won't you send me joy

God must have heard my prayers, came to me in my dreams

It's been over 6 years and my mother's still clean

Oh-oh, oh-oh, that's right, I'm living my life

I'm in the street, right on my block

We chilling all night

So call me what you wanna call me

I did all them corners homie

Gun shots, tears drop

I done lost a couple homies

Victim of a violent hood

Product of a dirty slum

I ain't going back to jail

Already let them judge me once

Call me dumb, call me fool

Fine, you can call me stupid

Cause I come, flying through the hood

When I get some new shit

Grinding from crumbs man, I done what I could nigga

Look at me I made it out but still I'm just a hood nigga

Oh-oh, that's right, I'm feeling like I'm falling see

Every now and then I hear it, the streets is calling me

It seems like the streets keep calling me

I'm just a fiend for my hood

Crooked police keep they eyes on me

But I won't leave my hood

Call me ghetto, call me goon

Call me gangster, but I call me hood

Call me convict, call me fool

Call me trouble, but I call me hood

Yeah, packed jails, closed schools, over-crowded classrooms

College girls on stripper poles, feeling like we all doomed

Rock sellers, God tell us, why they let the cops kills us

Wouldn't understand unless you're standing on them blocks with us

Blood and tears, show no fear, candles for my dead peers

Pregnant teens, broken dreams, but I still love it here

Yes I said I love it here, take a breath, smell the air

Look around, feel the ground, you can sense the danger near

New babies, lost fathers, drugs inside the household

Alcohol, aids, wait tell me something I don't know

Tell me where the hope is at

Real you can call me that

Never goin far away, the streets is always calling back

Even though I seen the struggle, even though I seen the struggle

My whole life was a struggle, that's all that I know

I have to hustle

Money stays on my mind and I won't let it go

See this here is survival of the realest

And only if you real you will feel it

So if you don't live it, don't speak it

Make it hard for you to not see it

It seems like the streets keep calling me

I'm just a fiend for my hood

Crooked police keep they eyes on me

But I won't leave my hood

Call me ghetto, call me goon

Call me gangster, but I call me hood

Call me convict, call me fool

Call me trouble, but I call me hood

If anybody ask you whether you in this game, you tell 'em you in it for life. Alright?

You play it hard, you play it tight, you make sure niggas know you gonna stand by your people.