Hood Cycle - G Herbo

I’m just starring in the palm of my hand

Thinking should I pop this perc even though it might kill me

If you got PTSD you feel me

Dead or in jail you will be

What the cop told to the lil me

Fast forward time now literally

If I got on tour make a mill at least

Mom didn’t have much we ain’t really eat

Therefore I was always in the streets

You didn’t heal anything in no tweets

That’s cuz It was some real beef

Everyday a shoot out for four week

Four 30 clips we four deep

Can’t hug the block cuz we riding with glocks

So you already know

Man since I got rich all the people in my life depend on me

So you know I gotta smoke weed

Quick gang bang got more cheese

I don’t know nobody he know me

And you know we shinin

Everybody with me got a rolley

Nigga reach you know we smashing

Security freak like roady

And I miss my brody

Slack a stick in my fourty

Still exotic smoking

Got Vlive from OD

Spending hood bibles

When niggas that bump son go pick it up

Yeah, that’s the hood cycle

So I’m tryna go find

I ain’t got no opps or no little rivals

That’s the hood cycle

When you ain’t got no money everybody in the hood like you

When you start making some money everybody in the hood get excited too

Ain’t nobody did nothing for me and then looking like damn who invited you

When you can’t give em nothing that’s when they start to feel something

Gimme some space I don’t trust nobody don’t make me kill something

And they all love you

At these show when I was broke I didn’t see all of you

Not a call from you

Moved out grandmas crib

Right in front we used to get in shootouts

I was just a kid

Shoulda got some money bought you a house

Now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without you

I was deep in the streets

Tryna kick it tryna bond who out

The foolish things I did

Sorry for how I lived

My momma lost without you

She ain’t gotta tell me I look in her eyes and see it

Walking in the house my eyes was red

They was talking inside my head

Glock was out of lead

So evidently I had to spread

When God got me out of bed

Let me hop right out on my leg

Oh I know what you said

You must want me to go chase the bread

Niggas talking about what you had

I thought you was the man

Said that hoe gave you some head blood

We on that shit in my bed

I’m just tryna come in the house and fuck

I don’t wanna come in no house and fuss

Girl you don’t gotta get loud and cuss

Go on and put on that blouse I love

Let me get it from the back or something

Fuck it imma put you on the couch now what

I done fell in love

For the month

Now we in the club

All these diamonds uhhh

She got a fat ass climbing the pole

She looking like a monkey

Just to walk in this bitch they gave me some rolls

Why don’t I throw some money

Picking ones up off the floor

Charlamage you fucking donkey

White teacher at school told me I was a flunky

Cuz I was a fucking junkie

And I admit coulda wrecked the whip

Fell asleep I’m lucky

Had I listened to him

Coulda fell victim to the streets I’m lucky

Now I ride past in the Benz like you fucking honky