Recession

I'm from, where fake niggaz turn they back quick

Hoe's tricking on a mattress

Soft spots in your heart get you caskets

Lil homies gettin rich off a mad bricks

I elway all the petty bullshit when I'm high

And family only come around when a nigga die, die

When it rain they say god cry

The snitches on the stand tellin d.a's lies

Material girls in gambling spots

In need a cash, ready to pop

Killers plot if they get the drop

You get caught slippin like it or not

She young and hoeing that's the hood for you

Back writing that's the hood for you

Back stabbers that's the hood for you

Niggaz dieing that's the hood for you

Strap gotta double barrel mechanism

Hoe's naked in the crib, eatinism

My best freind turned his back on me, damn

It felt like a butcher knife stabbing on me

As I journey through the hood all I see is pain

Go to my momma house I hope them shots don't rain

I need to get a grip in everything in life now

Driving ciroced out with the 40 cal

But today was a good day like ice cube

My little homie passed away I'm getting tatooed

Dutch masters vanilla that's the hood for you

Shawty ass got fatter that's the hood for you