We talk to go back, this time,
For a place to call my own,
For a place that I call home.
We talk to go back, this time,
For a place to call my own,
For a place that I call home.
(It's real) Yeah, Yeah and the OP showed me
The game so coldly
OG's scolded me so pain don't fold me,
The game done became so compod
And forced me to be lowkey and the thing closely
Some niggas ride with me,
Some don't know me,
Some still confide to me,
Some folks owe me (they do),
Any nigga saying Sevn's fake is a phony.
Been trying to get my cheddar level straight
And keep it holy (praise god)
Will give respect to the feds who were before me
Give nothing less than my best for the homies.
Never will give my breath for respect that is owed me
Anything less ill request that you blow me
Cuz you did not hold me
Down when i was hungry
Or pleasing up for OZ's
Or fleaing from the police
Yeah i respectfully rep the peeper od
Till they kill me
Get 6 of my realest homies
Got a hole nigga
Yeah this is my letter to the hood (to the hood)
I wrote it to make it better understood (understood)
One day I'm gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you like I should
Yeah this is my letter to the hood
I wrote it to make it better understood
One day im gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you better like I should
And I used to wake up and look at the way that you shined
Put a swisher in the air
So grateful cuz you were mine
Not often but I get reminded of how this family was built
And if not for but a second
I could breathe, easy i could tilt
And all of a sudden it just hits me
With the force of a slug to the back
Like where we were used to be was life
But its far from where we're at
Now i got you in the mirror
But i can still see you infront of me
And im thinking i should leave
But i swear this is where i wanna be
And without all popping,
The hooting and hollering
The squabbing
We could've been one hell of a team
Too tight knit for a problem
But the option with the caution
Was never properly presented
With every avenue
Some youngin with pills prostitues and spinach
Now it's all a matter of time before you find me
With a needle in my arm
And my face buried in some lines
And i wish that i could rewind the jumping off
For the high dives
In my (?)
I wish i could just pull off of this high wind
And come back to it
Yeah this is my letter to the hood (to the hood)
I wrote it to make it better understood (understood)
One day I'm gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you like I should
Yeah this is my letter to the hood
I wrote it to make it better understood
One day im gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you better like I should
Yeah Yeah and I've learned
Real niggas come and real niggas go
But fake niggas stay cuz fake niggas know
When out the hood they be shaking underload
Thats when they hate it when we blow
Cuz they can't make it on their own
You think I'm tripping when you hating cuz i do me?
Am i supposed to sit around and wait for you to use me?
Keep it real nigga, that don't even sound right
And anyone who thinks it does is the clown type
I'm sick of living less than good stuck in poverty
Theres more to life than what this hood got to offer me
I'm tired of ducking feds,
Tired of busting heads,
Theres more to being a blood than wearing the color red
Time to be a black leader of our decade
And teach the youth to do more than just get paid
I put the rag down and i am no more
I picked my cross up dawg i love oak park
Yeah this is my letter to the hood (to the hood)
I wrote it to make it better understood (understood)
One day I'm gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you like I should
Yeah this is my letter to the hood
I wrote it to make it better understood
One day im gonna get it together
And when I do I'll love you better like I should
We talk to go back, this time,
For a place to call my own,
For a place that I call home.
We talk to go back, this time,
For a place to call my own,
For a place that I call home.