My Hood - ABRA CADABRA, Sneakbo

This world, in this world

Back out your gun, don’t stall

This world, in this world

Back out your gun, don’t stall

I been locking down knots on my way to get the food

When it comes to the beef, yeah mi dun talkin'

Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I’ve come a long way from a pushbike

Blacked out hoodie, I’m a hood guy (Brixton)

Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight (Gas)

Now I live it up, every month, book flights

I don’t wanna be broke so I work hard

Real game, you could tell by my war scars

Oh lord, thank God that I got far (God)

Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard

Fam, I never gave a fuck from a young buck

Hard tops, I was rolling, two guns up

Shit’s changed, I don’t really wanna bust shots (bust)

Money got me acting calm, man’s gwopped up (gwop)

That’s right fam I started with a pound, then I made a bill

Started on the block, now I’m living in the hills

Started on pushbikes, now it’s chrome wheels

Fam I started from the bottom I was really in the field (that's right)

Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I could never be a gem, I been about from then, I swear

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

Still up in my hood, my bro say it ain’t healthy

Nigga, I ain’t rich, I ain’t wealthy

Even if I was rich, this the hood that birthed me

Course leaving all this behind would burn me

Sometimes I do love the action

Push my bloodclart rams in a pagan acting

Movies, doors getting slapped in

Rob man’s cousins and uncles, they know that I planned this

If it’s war, then it’s war

Back out your gun, don’t stall

I been locking down knots on my way to get the food

When it comes to the beef, yeah mi dun talkin'

Boy raised on the North side

Yeah he need to hit the niggas with a clothesline

My bros got my back in the hood man

Yeah I’m certi in my hood

Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

Send a message to these pricks, I’m coming

Keep running, don’t lack, oi Sneaks, touch a button

Abz coming, niggas better start running

Used to run up in your trap like «Boss, gimme something»

Gimme something, are you buzzing on the tucking

I remember them days man were shelling down shows

I remember them days I was broke

I remember them days for my Gs, free Smoke

Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

Still posted on the block with my bros and my jewels

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

If I ain’t got my tool and my bro got my tool, I’m cool

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

17 to the death, fuck the opps til the end, I’m here

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood

I could never be a gem, I been around from then, I swear

Yeah, I’m certi in my hood