The Jacka - Hood In Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Ipod in my ride, ain't no head set Ya girl in the front seat giving me head-s** My nig in the backseat yelling out he's next We be in the p-jects eating like T-rex Smoking kush heavy, never seen no cess Till I left the west, greatest alive, but you ain't seen my best I ain't reached my goal yet but you still upset You know my face n***a, you know my silhouette You know why I'm here, the real n***as' champ The real world love the J cause I'm more than rap He got a punchline or two but he ain't the Jack When I was born n***as left me hanging like a bat Only out at nighttime with a jaw full of crack Crack spitters you know Go hard at the trap, drug dealer fasho And how I carry myself, is really starting to show So I marry the life, and keep this sh** on the low... Know what I'm saying? Jack (hook) It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Really it's what's making me strong Clearly it's what's making me stay... It feel good to me Maybe it's the hood in me Maybe I should leave it alone Maybe I should give it away Clearly it's what's making me stay [Verse 2] I'm late night in the Cadillac, drinking purple sipping Yac Caught up in the life, got this rap sh** on my back If you seen my life yeah, crown ya boy for living that Brought up in a house full of mice and them insects Seen it all done it all, cuddy I been that n***a that you see, add the Jack to your friends list Never get enough of me, I was in Italy View through the hard times, follow Allah's signs I'm ready to die trying, I was in the Range Daydreaming I was flying, they say they better than Jack They dreaming, them n***as lying; they wish they was high as I am All the time hating on me, boy you'll never shine (hook) [Verse 3] 100 racks got a n***a feeling amped as f** Slapping Messy Marv, smoking like that's wa**up Wasn't open at the liquor store, holding it up Made him give me all his scrill, then I opened his guts I was thinking bout my kids, they future and growing up I was thinking bout them years, f** court, I'm never showing up I never see my n***as again, I'm on the run It ain't never been easy is what they tell me And it'll never be either, smoking tree to take a breather With a felon; we hella deep Golden Gate chilling Everybody selling D, and it's all in front of children Shoot-outs everyday, chips falling from my building At the same time it's the place that I live in So I send my grace for every taste when I'm eating The streets got me fresh, mothaf**as think I'm cheating I'm a king boy, I've never been beaten of all time I suggest you fall back, close your eyes and relax Before you in your scrape with your brains in your lap (hook)