Hazelwood

Yea, this that fix me a plate shit That ghetto shit, uh Oh you do hair?, in your house? Get money, yea Yea, this that corner shit, you feel me? I was on that bench Thinkin’ I would make a milli, money comin’ in so silly Had that product servin’ junkies with my niggas on the Nolia Shout out to my nigga Mainer before Cheeser had that Rover uh East side, 32, hundreds on just caddies Shout out to the ho that played me, glad I ain’t your baby daddy Whole hood represented, Bobby Rothman before Sally You know that’s the war zone, yea that’s the alley You know Freeze, that’s my nigga And his pops, well that’s J Five Fiends callin’, moms cussing me out at the same time That’s curren$y, New Orleans, countin’ money, get high I do the same thing in the morning, ask them, why would I lie? So my connect you will never know A hundred things by myself but now I’m doin’ shows I put that on my hood, they already know I’m a Nolia boy so I’m trained to go It’s a cookout at the playground, pull my car right up to Lewis Uncle yolkey hoopin' with the youngins barely shootin’ Got a cousin with some babies, I be buyin’ for the kids My cousin V, he did the same, he scoop me from the crib Yea, you know that top off, that Camaro baby I ain’t in the army but it’s shout out to my camos Playing angle, second Nav, that’s Mike’s skinny candy Got a cut, then a plate, yea, fresh up out of Janie’s This my hood, a nigga love it Never leave it cuz I can’t It’s the reason that a nigga got these bands up in my pan Can’t forget my mom cuz she raised a boy up to a man Rest in my peace to all my homies and my niggas in the can, damn So my connect you will never know A hundred things ‘bout myself but now I’m doin’ shows I put that on my hood, they already know I'm a Nolia boy so I’m trained to go