"Back In The Hood" lyrics

I been posted up in them hallways
Late night, broad day, rain, sleet, or snow, nigga
Powder packs and hard yae
Real talk, I ain't new to this
Real street nigga, I'm true to this

You don't see me on no DVD
No dope income, that foolishness
When it come down to it, these niggas large
Cameras on, these niggas hard
Behind closed doors, these niggas brawl
Do your time, take the charge

I'm from that North North
You prolly heard it first from Project Pat
But I'm Yo Gotti, dog
And I got that M-Town on my back

I'm from a city where
I'm the only rapper I see on the block
Sellin' rocks, fuckin' with trappers
I mean, they prolly was - and they prolly wasn't
But I ain't seen 'em
Don't know nobody who seen 'em
So I can't say they done it

17, workin' with a hundred
I'm talkin' thousands
Restricted public housing, wildin', man

Mama found a half a quarter in my bedroom
Flushed it down the toilet
And told me I'd be in jail soon
I'm thinkin' - now what, mama?
I'm just a juvenile

From a juvenile to a man - ma, look at me now
Back then, they fucked with me
Now I'm hot, they mad at me

Everybody want me to pay they bills
Give 'em a car, buy them a grill
C'mon, be real
If I do that, then I be broke
Prolly lookin' stupid
Back in the hood sellin' dope