Hood Pope
A$AP Ferg Lyrics
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Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Oh young trap lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold
And we sick, cause we hurting
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
Then murk off in Excursion
All cause a nigga be lurking
Big money shit we earning
A bunch of hooligans need churching
I'm the Hood Pope, these my children
And I'll be their Donny McClurkin
Gold teeth when I'm smirking
Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
Lord know that I ain't really perfect
All of these clowns run around this circus
Lord please what is my purpose
Besides fucking these Persians
Popping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the Sherman
And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone
Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
'Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome
Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Oh young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
And I told you, told you time again
That ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!"
Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again"
God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, never again
God, he is my only child, please don't wake him so he smiles
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again
Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Oh young Trap Lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold
A$AP Ferg's song Hood Pope is an exploration of the struggles and disillusionment faced by those living in inner-city neighborhoods. Ferg, who refers to himself as the "Hood Pope," is the voice of the people, speaking about their pain, struggles, and dreams. The song begins with Ferg declaring that he wants to share his story, inviting others to join in and sing with him. He is the Hood Pope, with red rubies and gold chains, a symbol of the streets and the aspirations of those who live there. Ferg is the young trap lord, in tune with and down for his people. He drinks "Jesus juice" and wears his jeans low, demonstrating his streetwise persona.
The second verse focuses on the violence and danger that permeates the neighborhood. Ferg speaks of carrying heat and sleeping with the chrome, demonstrating his awareness of the need to protect himself. He also references the demons that chase him, wanting his head. The topic of violence continues with Ferg discussing murking, a slang term for killing someone. However, Ferg is also aware that he and his fellow inhabitants of the hood need some form of guidance or spiritual direction. They are hooligans in need of churching, and Ferg sees himself as their Donny McClurkin.
The final verse of the song turns to the impact of violence on families. Ferg sings about the tragedy of losing loved ones and the impact it has on parents and communities. The lyrics are poignant, with Ferg gently singing about the need for hope and love in the midst of tragedy.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh let me sing my song, if you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
I want to share my story and connect with those who can relate
Oh it's the Hood Pope, chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
I am a leader in my community and represent my neighborhood with my jewelry
Oh young trap lord, feel your pain, I be down for my people
I understand the struggles of growing up in the hood and will always support and protect my fellow residents
Oh drinking Jesus juice, jeans hang low, red rubies and the gold
I may indulge in vices, but I still have a connection to my religion and upbringing
And we sick, cause we hurting
My community and I are suffering from the injustices and violence that we face
Pull a chrome fifth when they murk them
I carry a weapon to defend myself and my people when we are in danger
Then murk off in Excursion
After defending ourselves, we may have to make a quick exit to avoid further danger
All cause a nigga be lurking
Our safety is constantly threatened by those who want to harm us
Big money shit we earning
Despite the struggles, we are still able to make money and succeed in our own way
A bunch of hooligans need churching
We may not always make the best decisions and could benefit from guidance and support
I'm the Hood Pope, these my children
As a leader in my community, I feel a responsibility to guide and protect the residents who look up to me
And I'll be their Donny McClurkin
I hope to be a source of inspiration and guidance, just like the gospel singer McClurkin
Gold teeth when I'm smirking
Despite my tough exterior, I still have a sense of humor and personality
Bunch of little kids running 'round need nuturing
The youngest members of our community need positive role models and support from those who understand their struggles
Lord know that I ain't really perfect
I may not always make the best decisions or be the best example, but I am still trying to do what is right
All of these clowns run around this circus
There are many people who don't understand or appreciate the struggles of our community and make light of our situation
Lord please what is my purpose
I am questioning my role and purpose in my community and how I can make a positive impact
Besides fucking these Persians
Aside from indulging in my vices, I want to find a greater purpose in my life
Popping these bottles and popping these models
I may have moments of indulgence and frivolity, but they don't define me or my values
Please tell me where is the Sherman
I am questioning where my safety and protection will come from
And I'm smoking my weed, put me in my zone
I use marijuana to calm my nerves and help me focus on my goals and priorities
Demons chasing me, cause they want my dome
I am constantly faced with danger and threats from those who don't support or understand my community
And I carry the heat, and I sleep with the chrome
I carry a gun with me at all times for protection and am ready to defend myself at any time
'Cause I'm in some beef, and they want my dome
I am aware that people want to harm me and that I am a target
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
I have a spiritual side and believe in a higher power who warns me of danger
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
Despite the danger and violence, I still turn to my religion and faith for comfort and guidance
And I told you, told you time again
I have warned my community and friends of the dangers and consequences of certain actions
That ain't you gon' find your friends
The people you think are your friends may not have your best interests at heart
You talking about you riding with them
People may claim to have your back or support you, but their actions prove otherwise
And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
Fighting and violence never solve anything and those who encourage it are not true friends
You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!"
The consequences of violence and danger are real and can have devastating effects on people's lives
Gotta be trying, but he said "I promise he won't, ever again"
I hope and try to make positive changes in my life and actions to avoid further danger and violence
God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
I acknowledge the loss of so many young and innocent lives in my community
He found the streets and then it got wild, God, I promise, never again
The streets can be dangerous and have a negative influence on young people, but I vow to make positive changes and prevent further tragedies
God, he is my only child, please don't wake him so he smiles
I plead to a higher power to protect the lives of the innocent and prevent them from being taken too soon
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again
The loss of life is heartbreaking and can leave loved ones feeling alone and hopeless
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRIS BASHAM, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, JEFFREY WASHINGTON, TASHFIQUR PATWARY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@AkhiNyfiken
After all these years... and i’m still bumpin’ this
@tonny5673
louder than ever
@c-rlt730
Amen 🙏🏼
@RichieGz
Nah facts for some reason I kept singing this song in my head and I came back lol
@jens6210
Another common W for quandale dingle
@OsamaBinDarrel
Still
@alantorres2957
This song never gets old.
@jesicabillchill2590
Yeah
@jadegrizzard4614
Neverrr
@Syv_
never