Dj Gringo on the beat

I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place

I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place

[Bangs]
I was born in a better place
But now it's worse
Our own people is getting killed
Espеcially in growth
Our girls need to graduate
Not end up hoes
Wanting aftеr the money
And someone who is boss
It's not all about that
We can live better
Our girls fighting more than boys
Now that's meta
We used to fight when we were young
Back in the ghetto
We should be smart
And tryna live like a white person
Do what you wanna do in life
And then start working
Them young girls
They don't know anything about life
They go in room closing door
Facebook all night
Instead of open book
And tryna read when they're young
But that will never happen
Cos we act really dumb
Eighty-five percent of our girls
Is getting worse
The only thing they got in mind
Is when they starting twerk
Instead of getting ready
Next day going work
I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place

I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place

[Ezu]
Lost friend, see me in the darkness
I don't speak much yes I'm a madness
Underground life is behind us
Why should they die, I got something to live for
At least you pay me a feeling, uh
I look through the window, I see the colour of my flat burn
The shortest story of my life that made me refugee
I came from nothing, uh
I see time dying, Like my best friend
Fuck being low, I'm sick in the head
I'm done with the low, I'm about to take money
44 inches, my dick's so long
My friends are gone, no bad history
I just build a dream nobody take from me
Shaking hands with my father, he started crying
Your big brother in the jail without trial
I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place

I'm riding through the hood
I see no friends left
Some us in the jail
Some us already dead
Our reputation is getting really bad
What can we do
To be in a better place