2 Chainz

2 Chainz - Neighborhood

rate me

(verse)

I been on the road so long

I forget what kinda cars I got

I rap so much

I forgot what kind of bars I got…rose in a concrete

Rose to the top

Sun of a gun, raised by a Glock

Georgia Powel was all bout

Was raised in the dark

I dunno if these phase me or not, thee tell it

If I didn't earn 15, I wouldn't have been a felon

I got some violence in my section

If you don't shoot, you'll get shot at

You ain't go through adolescence

You ain't go through all the pressure

You ain't get all of yo blessings

Whatchya know about not bein' able to re-up

Goin' thru' depression, whatchya do about depression?

Whatchya doin' about confession

(Hook)

If it weren't fo' my neighborhood, then it wouldn't be nothin'

If it weren't fo' my neighborhood, then it wouldn't be nothin'

If it weren't fo' my neighborhood, then it wouldn't be nothin'

If it weren't fo' my neighborhood, then it wouldn't be nothin'

(Verse 2)

Stretchin' numbers with dutch heads

Seven figures and book it

I get dough till it's enough bread

Money talk, so it's enough said

A toon poon, baby M

And big, you stand fo' upset

I can tell ya where the plug at

The overdale my cousin'

Say I'm under the influence

I go downstairs where the drums at

40 cal, 50 cal, even my momma tote a pistol now

They call on that Cranshaw

Only thing they need is a mister chow

you already know what this about

I shouldn't be ridin' round with this amount

Cuz I can take yo bid with this amount

And take hold whole the truck with this amount

I look like a lick, act like I'm rich

Talk like a wiff, walk like a brick

Fly like a blimp right over the public

(Hook)

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