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mind of a hood nigga - smoove'l lyrics

[intro]
(drum dummie)
i was feelin’ locked in
let’s rock out

[verse 1]
was stuck in the trenches for a minute, feelin’ like akon
we get some money and put ’em to sticks, we never invest on a state farm
words of a wise man, i will make a move, and i promise, i do harm
he said just give him the word, i’m ’bout to get rich, told my people to stay calm
she want some benihana’s, but i ain’t with it, let’s go eat at the waffle house
12 right on the corner, we don’t say, “tomorow”, we gon’ take on a smarter route
and anyone hangin’ with me got k!ller ambition, not doin’ it for the clout
real g’s move in silence, if i catch me a opp i ain’t pullin’ no camera out
i’m back by myself, f*ck, need no cosign, need no bad vibes, i been doin’ fine
i’m tryna get rich, they askin’ me for help, i’m steady focusin’ on me and mines
i went beast mode, never pay a mind
i’m a cheat code, i can see when blind
been feelin’ that he movin’ funny, bro, pass me the poker, i’ll turn into porcupine
[chorus]
yeah, i was low on self*esteem
told ’em, “it ain’t what it seem”
for that money, i’m a fiend
i sleep and trap it in my dreams
i was spinnin’ for my team
dirty life, i make it clean
hit the studio just to go and fulfill all my dreams

[verse 2]
my b*tch, she be actin’ crazy, i gotta cool down, man, i think it’s the pipe
told my troopers that they gotta maneuver with sticks and glizzys, maybe even a knife
fool me, i’m ruined, i don’t do recruitin’, with the same gang for the rest of my life
sayin’ i’m stupid, i really been through it, now devil gassin’ about sparkin’ a pipe
i was up in drama in designer wearin’ ‘iaga’s, iaga’s
foreign what i’m rockin’, better not try me ’cause i move with knockers
i be speakin’ pain, that’s the reason why i got my dollars
i could never change, i be throwin’ 4’s, who gon’ stop us?
it’s gettin’ realer and realer, i came up from nothin’, i’m straight out the 4
i’m in calabasas, life was really tragic, 12 was tellin’ me to get on the floor
all my life i really upgraded, and i’m still waitin’ on what god got in store
bad b*tch with a good vibe, get some good cash, told ’em, “give me some more”
helicopters in the sky, we was dodgin’, we was low
havin’ shootouts by the store, give me the cd so n0body know
my life goin’ up, outta the hood, i gotta go
young n*gga from the 4
i’m really ’bout to blow
[chorus]
yeah, i was low on self*esteem
told ’em, “it ain’t what it seem”
for that money, i’m a fiend
i sleep and trap it in my dreams
i was spinnin’ for my team
dirty life, i make it clean
hit the studio just to go and fulfill all my dreams

[outro]
yeah, yeah
haha, they know i’m the sickest in my city
i go by smoove’l, n*gga
i been chasin’ this sh*t since i was in motherf*ckin’*, since i was gettin’ a view a day, n*gga (drum dummie)
b*tch

- smoovel lyrics

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