I said I'm tryna find a way out
Not talking to dead or in jail
Nobody told you life's gon' be fair
I'm used to having to listen out for boys in the stairs
And people asking me what I'm gon' do with my hair
I'm bout to twist it up
Peep who I'm with and how we switch it up
They say we're like a cancer
Until they find somebody as sick as us
Ladies tryna get with us, the labels wouldn't give enough
Like how we underground ground tryna live it up, I'll give it up
Run up in your spot, for your watch, take ya thot
Put the TV in the clock, in a box
I need everything you got, from your fitted to your socks
Doing everything you can to avoid getting shot
On your block, every bullet is hot
So don't lose a step
Streets is getting crazy, you could lose your head
I could never miss the love that I used to get
Ain't nothing worse than a fool with bread
It's like I'm tryna find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on shooting dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, ooh lit, that's a head crack
I'm tryna find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on rolling dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, ooh lit, that's a head crack
Feels like I took a loss, but hopefully I can bounce back
Empty refrigerator, man, you don't know nothing bout that
I can't forget the times when we really would struggle
Couldn't fit the hand-me-down hoodies from siblings and uncles
Didn't have much, but I was saving up my coins every week
To chill with some chick who honestly kept me out the streets
Did everything in my will to try and get me some cheeks
And in the end, despite it all, she just wasn't for me
But that pen and paper was, I had to find out what that paper does
And they be like, don't forget me when you make it, cuz
The reality is, I probably won't
But there's a ticket you can buy to the show
And that's how I'm feeling if you ain't the bro
You know the code, if you ain't rolling with me here
You can't be with me on the road
They got me chasing this chick and I could dip in some gold
I gotta travel the world the hood thing gettin old
It's like I'm trying to find my way out, but
I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on shooting dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, and with it, that's a head crack
I'm trying to find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on rolling dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, and with it, that's a head crack
This corner thing's getting too old
I ain't trying to cop in front of
No store
I don't want no police in my hallway, no more
I don't wanna have to hop no train
I don't wanna have to
Scrap up no change
I don't wanna die here
I don't wanna die here
Most of my family been in the cell, my pops is still locked up
I don't wanna have to grow old and get washed up
I don't wanna be a wreck, I don't wanna be in debt
I damn sure don't wanna lose all of my respect
I barely give a damn about some street cred
I'd rather go to Maui for the weekend
Toasting up a big old bottle of champagne
Or probably some Hennessy, with no cares bout a damn thing
I'm trying to find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on shooting dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, that's a head crack
I'm trying to find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood
I just keep on rolling dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, that's a head crack
I'm trying to find my way out, but I'm stuck in the hood