Hood Angels

They keep telling me I’m hood famous
I’m tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I’m protected by these hood
I’m doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain’t been there in a while, but it’s forever love…
The police think just cuz I’m black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I’m in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I’m scarred from your love, so it’s hard to trust
I swear shit just ain’t the same as it was
I can’t change up on the game, now I always choose the gang over love
And I can’t make this up
I still rmember all the pain that w been through, I ain’t giving up
Cuz I’m still numb, I remember the tears runnin'
And I might feel something, off the drink I don’t feel nothin'
And I’m still buzzin', god I don’t fear nothing
And she a little junkie, shorty [?} kept the pills comin'
Like
Oooooo, ohhh ohhh
I can’t lie like I’m be letting this shit get to me
I was young and dumb I acted like you ain’t mean shit to me
Now all I got from you is old texts and distant memories
and now I’m singing
They keep telling me I’m hood famous
I’m tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I’m protected by these hood
I’m doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain’t been there in a while, but it’s forever love…
The police think just cuz I’m black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I’m in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I’m scarred from your love, so it’s hard to trust
Oooooo, ohhh ohhh
I be asking God like, «Why'd it have to be you?»
Now all I got is fake people around me, they be see-through
And e’rytime I close my eyes, its like I see you
I’m so tired of all this fake love
Internet gangsters and fake thugs
Or when I wake up, all I chase is a pay stub
And I can’t say none
Keep it real till my day come
And I don’t know shit, if asked then I play dumb
Married to the game, now I can’t get divorced
Since she young, and had to get it on my said «I ain’t get a choice»
Gotta keep it real since I’m the voice
Cuz I’m getting a little fame on my name
They be
They keep telling me I’m hood famous
I’m tryna make it out the hood to see the hood angels
So I’m protected by these hood
I’m doing better now, how can I be the hood savior?
And I ain’t been there in a while, but it’s forever love…
The police think just cuz I’m black that I be selling drugs
But fuck that, I’m in the studio tryna catch a buzz
And now I’m scarred from your love, so it’s hard to trust