(I'm doing better now)
(They be (?) my shit)
(Had to keep it real)

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood dangerous
So I'm protected by these hood angles
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust

I swear shit just ain't the same as it was
I can't change up on the game, now I always choose the gang ovеr love
And I can't make this up
I still remеmber all the pain that we been through, I ain't giving up
Cuz I'm still numb, I remember the tears runnin'
And I might feel something, off the drink I don't feel nothin'
And I'm still buzzin', other than god I don't fear nothing
And she a little junkie, shorty act up to them pills comin'
Like

Oooooo, ohhh ohhh
I can't lie like I'm be letting this shit get to me
I was young and dumb, I acted like you ain't mean shit to me
Now all I got from you is old texts and distant memories
[...] and now I'm singing

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood dangerous
So I'm protected by these hood angles
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust

Oooooo, ohhh ohhh
I be asking God like, "Why'd it have to be you?"
Now all I got is fake people around me, they be see-through
And e'rytime I close my eyes, its like I see you
I'm so tired of all this fake love
Internet gangsters and fake thugs
Or when I wake up, all I chase is a pay stub
And I can't say none
Keep it real till my day come
And I don't know shit, if feds asked then I play dumb
Married to the game, now I can't get divorced
Since she young, and had to get it on my own, she said "I ain't get a choice"
Gotta keep it real since I'm the voice
Cuz I'm getting a little fame on my name
They be [?]

They keep telling me I'm hood famous
I'm tryna make it out the hood to see the hood dangerous
So I'm protected by these hood angles
I'm doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain't been there in a while, but it's forever love...
The police think just cuz I'm black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I'm in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I'm scarred from your love, so it's hard to trust