(feat. Big Shasta)



[Chorus x2: Big Shasta]

All my niggas on lock keep ya head up

My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar

(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne

(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne



[Lil' Flip:]

Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back

To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks

I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way

And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play

I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah)

After I get off stage I got picture money

These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code

You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws

I know squares that cook O's, you damn right

And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price

I do this for the dope boys with them AK's

I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay



[Chorus x2]



[Lil' Flip:]

Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me

Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me

You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster

The difference between us, is I'm focused

Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me

But you know you can't mention the South without me

Record labels came, and record labels went

Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend

Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz

Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends

It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back

It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act

A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece

Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave

Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef

(No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D



[Chorus x2]



[Lil' Flip:]

Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week

We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see

You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood"

All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood

It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood

I did everything y'all ain't believe I could

Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity

I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy

I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit

You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks

I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin

Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin

And that's a goddamn shame right?

Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right

And you'll survive, if you play the game right

I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights



[Chorus x2]