[Intro]
Gucci Mane, Laflare (Gucci Gucci)
Laflare Entertainment (Laflare)
Young CEO, I'm the boss man around here
(I'm the boss)

[Chorus]
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to flat shoals n***a that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood

[Verse 1]
Uhhhh, gangsta biddin, everybody coppin
N***as walkin out with bags like they goin shoppin
I'm on tha PlayStation, playin' Grand Theft
I had a hundred bricks, I got three left
Shootin cee-lo, middle of the day
I bet a hundred grand, the n***a iced away
5:45, in the afternoon
98 degrees, and it's the 1st of June
N***as goin in, n***as gettin out
Everybody strapped and they gripped out
Twevlve on the dot... midnight
Bet fifty grand, on a pit fight
6:43, and I'm wakin' up
Cookin cocaine, and it's cakin up
Nine on the dot, rush hour
First you get the money, then you get the power
[Chorus]
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to flat shoals n***a that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood

[Verse 2]
Money real dirty, 9:30
Got a trap to catch, fo' a quarter birdie
10:45, quarter to 11
AK-47 and a MAC-11
1:17, my trap bunkin
If you from the hood, then you sellin somethin
2:22, time to cook a deuce
Fo' my lil' partner, I call his ass the truth
3:34, time to swing the door
Ninety-sixty hundred, fo' a pound of dro'
4:46, trunk full of bricks
Can't stop trappin, 'til I'm fithy rich
Dropped out of school, 1998
Bought a box Chevy, and a half of cake
2K3, hit a lick
Hundred pounds of weed, fifty bricks
[Chorus]
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to flat shoals n***a that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood

[Verse 3]
Uhhhh, age thirteen, I'm a trap star
Paid a fifty slab fo' a junkie car
School's still in, but I'm at home
Standin on the corner, with some Ewings on
Turned fifteen, and I'm trapped out
Bet a hundred dollars, just to crap out
Seventeen now, and I'm on the grind
Never stand in line at the five-five-nine
Nineteen years, blood sweat and tears
Sellin innertubes like Goodyear
Twenty-one now, I'm a grown up
So when you call my phone, it's a zone up
Age twenty-five, and it's gettin worse
18.5, fo' a hook and verse
'fo I turn thirty, I'll be thirty plus
Swimmin in the bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
[Chorus]
East Atlanta, Zone 6, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Glenwood to Gresham Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
Bouldercrest to flat shoals n***a that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood
I can't forget Candler Road, that's my hood
That's my hood, n***a, that's my hood

[Outro]
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