Doe B - Hood Memories lyrics

rate me

I’m still that lil’ nigga from Cloverland

All I wanted was to know the man

Same fiends smoking out my soda can

Same niggas fuck about 400 band

Riding rigged crates of lean, never sleep

If you from South Decatur, you forever stray

I walk up to my mom, we both seen better days

She said she heard that same shit yesterday

Man, I’mma keep going hard for my daughter’s sake

Every first of the month will be the holiday

I told my teacher for the job I’m selling rock today

I’m in the streets with no breaks, ain’t no stopping me

And all the real niggas round, oh, they’ll gonna vouch for me

Sometimes I feel like somebody watching me

Then why I can’t go nowhere without they clung on me?

If I die tonight then bury me with G’s on top of me

And these is all my hood memories

Since a little man I’ve been a G

Tonight hear the Lord so heaven sent for me

Just cover me in Gucci bands little G

I know some niggas still love the enemy

But I’mma give you money, I can’t let ‘em get to me

And the day I leave, they worried, they gonna remember me

Just cover me in Gucci bands little G

And I’m still the same nigga

Trying to numb my feelings pumping pain killers

Going through so much, you do the same nigga

Nigga, all these bigger targets, fuck the fame nigga

Fuck the fame

I live the real life, well, ain’t nobody I touch it

Boy you keep getting right

I’ve been through so much and man I got real stripes

You niggas wouldn’t know what it’s all gonna feel and even feel like

What it feel like

I went from rags to riches

From fucking hood ratchets to fucking the baddest bitches

Put the same now on my back and start it up with Didy

Man, I ain’t looking for a recognition, I wouldn’t recommend it

I’m trying to catch a million

‘Cause I got bigger problems

Streets talking, niggas plotting, my own nigga robbed me

Shit real on my side but if I shoot on bonkers

If you shoot me you’ll find

That you’ll separate the real from fake and you will see who reminded

And these is all my hood memories

Since a little man I’ve been a G

Tonight hear the Lord so heaven sent for me

Just cover me in Gucci bands little G

I know some niggas still love the enemy

But I’mma give you money, I can’t let ‘em get to me

And the day I leave, they worried, they gonna remember me

Just cover me in Gucci bands little G

Thanks to Aneasia for correcting these lyrics