Hood Life 8 Miles Runnin

[Hook: Rasaq]

Ohh ohh

This is the life for me, it feels so right for me

Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me

Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life

[Verse One: Rasaq]

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Say hello to the hood life, good night to the good life

A hoodie and a good white, shirt 'll make you look right

Mama don't cook right, that's why niggaz don't look right

They on the block wit them roc's, only wanna cook white

Played by the book syke, niggaz kinda crook like

Fiends almost just like, movin' kinda rush like

Bustas mostly roll dice, gun fights on most nights

Papa don't get his dough right, he might end up wit no lights

And often in this age, we feel like dogs in a cage

Go off in a rage, and get lost in our ways

Some more honest will pay, but some walk astray

To sellin' weed to pills, to often to yay

Gotta watch what you say, gotta watch how you behave

Cuz nigga I promise you, that you ain't promised today

Up in the coffin to lay, wit a cross at ya grave

With a shot in ya brain, and that's all for today

[Hook: Rasaq]

Ohh ohh

This is the life for me, it feels so right for me

Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me

Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life

[Rasaq: talking over hook]

Rasaq on the block, ye ye

[Verse Two: Rasaq]

Mamas on welfare, kinfolks in a wheel chair

Papas gettin' grey hairs, searchin' for some health care

My niece playin' with food stamps, try not be a nusanse

Tryna tie these glusands, while puttin' in my two cents

Tryna make two cents into a million, wit a new lex

And a duplex, nigga all I need is a blueprint

And niggaz know the rules, not the kind that the government choose

The kind in church, that you hum in the pues

No a nigga won't taddle, he rather have you rip his adams apple

Than run his trap, and let his little lips baffle

Livin' in the hoods a battle, hustlin's a hastle

Bulidin' up ya empire, hopin' they don't come crush ya castle

And thugs love to blast you

And that's not all ya own girl, is addicted to some colorful capsels

While niggaz luck less, I search for success

This work is such stress, it hurts I love rest

And my heart is full of stone, it get's me off in the zone

Till my poverty is gone, and I'm on top of the throne

And it's awful alone, when to talk to on the phone

Or in the drop on some chrome, headed off to my home, nigga

[Hook: Rasaq]

Ohh ohh

This is the life for me, it feels so right for me

Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me

Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life

Rasaq on the block baby, whew

Gyeah