[Verse 1]
When I hustle, boy I double up
In the streets I got them hands, don't make me f** you up
No need to cut you up
Wasn't a father figure, just a older n***a
That taught me how to ? before they come and get ya'
My family's so superstitious, laughing at my younger pictures
I take care of mom, brothers and my younger sisters
This is my hood letter, if you don't read it f** it
Cause if I die today, I just might feel better
I take d** to ease the pain, for the dirty days
But when I come down off my high, I still feel the same
Everybody hates you, when you doing fine
No HBO or ? they cutting your cable line
You made me who I am today, but I ain't mad bout it
Court cases, n***as lying, but I ain't sad about it
I been through every state, four stacks every show
And I do three a month, I think that's very straight
Who are you? This knowledge coming from me to you
God don't like ugly, and I am beautiful
Blew through a hundred thousand, nothing to show for it
But I be damned if I go back to that public housing
All I know is the hood, where everybody doubt you
Pain my woman, where would I be without you
I be bussin' dead, does that make me a crook?
Before I k** a n***a, I write in this notebook
[Hook]
This is my hood letter, my hood letter
My hood letter, if you don't read it f** it
My hood leter, my hood letter
My hood letter, I don't gotta rhyme
[Verse 2]
I think I lost the air, running from foster care
I couldn't turn my back, I was forced to care
This world is cursed with a disease, and I'm the penetration
I catch a HIV, but that's a home invasion
Been on MTV, also BET
Yelling Squad, Bricksquad Monopoly
Come and cop a key
But I'ma tell you before you pull out your money them n***as didn't get this drop from me
I don't like none of you rappers, I'm a different breed
But I like some of you rappers, what you got for me?
Especially when these s**a's start jocking me
Hide behind the car, nah boy this the chopper tree