Young Roddy
Out the Hood
[Intro: Young Roddy]
But Katrina then washed away all the photos
All the condos, all the coco

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
It's hard in the Big Easy, ain't shit easy
I use to watch my uncle hide that money in the deep freezer
He use to give me game, he always solo in his two-seater
His favorite quote, 'One life to live', he kept him two heaters
He said he not in no beef, but he kept a piece
Got a baby at the crib who need to eat
Got a lady at the crib, see that's his queen (That's his queen)
Got a brother but that n***a in the bing (Damn)
When hе was free they had the dope gamе in a chokehold (Chokehold)
But Katrina then washed away all the photos
All the condos, all the coco
All the bandos, all the polos
I guess it's time for plan B, pass the swisher sweet
You either have a sweet pull up or a mean sixteen
It's a doggy-dog world, it's either him or me
It's a doggy-dog world, dawg I gotta eat

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
I pray we all make it out the hood, my n***a
They say the good die young up in the hood, my n***a
I pray we all make it out the hood, my n***a
They say the good die young up in the-
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, I made this verse the morning of my mother's date of birth
Recorded instead of celebrating the woman that gave me birth
But she knows this music comes first, that's just the way I work (Uh huh)
Had every obstacle against me, but I made it work (I did)
In the basement, plate and razor, digi' scale, I'm weighing work
I sold my neighbors work
I sold Tom an eighth for a hundred on his way to work
Know a n***a who killed his cousin for snitchin', he saw the paperwork
Still hugging on his mama when she pray in church (Real shit)
My other lil' homie died, he took a bad pill, fentanyl laced his perc, damn (Rest in peace)
Ricky Hyde asked me how I maintain my thirst
Told him just do the math, Rick just like he played with dirt (Okay)
We both come from nothin', straight from the bottom (Listen)
Now I'm in this position, just tell me get em,' I got em (I got these n***as)
'Cause I ain't tryna go back to where we came from (Talk to 'em)
And I ain't stoppin' till my city on top of the game, uh (Uh huh)
Yeah, Machine, bitch (Brr)

[Chorus: Young Roddy]
I pray we all make it out the hood, my n***a
They say the good die young up in the hood, my n***a
I pray we all make it out the hood, my n***a
They say the good die young up in the-