Schoolboy Q - Hoover Street lyrics

[Intro] I got that work, f** Labor Day, just bought a gun f** punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot Bang... Last night it was a dream This morning a fantasy back When the only fan I had was a fiend Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll k** fo' Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo The bad guy never once been a hoes hero He get zero, I said nada b**h pa** the cama (Uh, yeah) How'd it feel to be a real n***a? I'm a product of a real n***a La-la-la familia, real n***a Get confronted by a real n***a f** with one of my real n***as It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real n***a? It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real n***a My whole life I've been a real n***a La-la familia, real n***a Get confronted by a real n***a f** with one of my, real n***as It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real n***a? [Beat Change] [Hook] I done jumped off my a**, hit the lick and barely pa** But I quickly got to to ballin 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping Eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo My grandma can't control him But... uh, uh Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, n***a But... uh, uh Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, n***a But... uh, uh Meet Glock clock familia [Verse 1] Find a n***a realer than me, my socks stink Eat so much p**y that my mustache pink Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame Orange-yellow, higher than Margiela's Since a young n***a I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout Think about it, the smoker ain't got sh** and everyday he still get a hit Whether jacking radio's or s**ing dick Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't f**ing with work Now let's re-rewind it, answer my church Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt Around the same time all you n***as was on purp My sober a** was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese [?] in his eyes before I leave The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome [Hook] [Verse 2] Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more She always got me things that we couldn't afford The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, Golden Eye was away at war We wasn't thinking of getting money then Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down I also notice moms be locking doors when he around But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in cups Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush I gave it to him then got my a** whipped for doing it Moms used to tell me like "n***a, know who you dealing with" Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways Rat-Tone my n***as' brother showed me my first K I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey" YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, n***a" Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, n***a" Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, n***a Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help She should've never left her gun on the shelf This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome [Hook]