Текст песни
In the hood.
In the hood.
In the hood.
Low tone, slow flow, but the fire never cools.
Born broke, now I twist pressure and the new rules.
Night sky, watchin' while I climb from the deep mud.
Every bruise fuels me, I rise through the heart flood.
Yeah, we fight for survival in the hood.
Turn the struggle to a weapon in the hood.
Every loss is a lesson in the hood.
I'm a storm on the corner in the hood.
In the hood.
In the hood.
In the hood.
In the hood.
Low tone, slow flow, but the fire never cools.
Born broke, now I twist pressure and the new rules.
Night sky, watchin' while I climb from the deep mud.
Every bruise fuels me, I rise through the heart flood.
Yeah, we fight for survival in the hood.
Turn the struggle to a weapon in the hood.
Every loss is a lesson in the hood.
I'm a storm on the corner in the hood.
In the hood.
In the hood.