My Neighborhood
ABK Lyrics
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Killas and thugs
Everybody representin
By throwin em up
With a quick hi hello
Or a beat down baby
Even cops knows the bloccs
That it's all time crazy
Cuz it's home sweet hood
Even though half of us
Is up to no good
You gotta love it
When your born and raised
In a place
Full of problems
That you gotta face
I'm a native in the city
Of these detroit streets
Wit a warrior mentality
That wont at ease
Tommy hawk in one hand,
Blunt in the otha
So I can get high and just swing at mutha fuccas
That's how it is
I protect my s**t
On my front porch
Servin up free fat lips
So come and see me
If you down to hang
But when you visit
In the minute
You can't be actin strange
For real
My neighborhood ain't what it's all cracced up to be
So much drama
My neighborhood ain't what it's all cracced up to be
So much drama
Repeat
H double O dcov
In the double 7 0 is where ur findin me
Wit that front porch livin
Got the lawn chair high
Don't mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try
This is the reason to die
We straight country folk bangin
Them dirt road bangin
Country folk slangin
Got that hard
That soft
That prescription for your mental
My neighborhood homies got them backroads credentials
For do chevys one on bloccs otha one pumped up
Bad a** kids leavin grown folks punked out
Trailer park cookin
Servin up that a**
City cars always swervin when them hoes walk past
Cuz them corn bread booties got em hypnotized
Spendin college tuition
Just to grip them thighs
My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away
But this is where I stay
Red Clay, ga
Chorus
My neighborhood
Is on locc cuz we like it that way
My neighborhood
Is a place where the gangstas play
My neighborhood
Can see right through if you don't belong
My neighborhood
Can defeat allt he weak and build up the strong
My neighborhood
Is on some s**t like you ain't neva seen
My neighborhood
Red dirt roads sportin thugs and theives
My neighborhood
Country fuccin mouths ain't neva heard of no blocc
My neighborhood
Is so far out don't bother callin no cops
Chorus
ABK's song "My Neighborhood" is a reflection of the chaos and violence that takes place in his neighborhood. The song's lyrics describe a place full of drama, killers, and thugs where everybody's constantly representing by throwing their signs up or either beating people down. Even the cops know that it's going down in the neighborhood. ABK expresses his love for his neighborhood, although, acknowledging that half of the people in it are up to no good. He also describes his warrior mentality and his bad lifestyle by carrying a tomahawk and smoking blunt to get high and swing at the mutha fuccas. He says he is always protecting his guard in his front porch serving free fat lip because his neighborhood is a place where the gangstas play. ABK warns that anyone who visits the neighborhood can't be acting strange, and they need to come correct unless they want trouble.
The lyrics of the song My Neighborhood depict the life that ABK lived in, coming from the Detroit streets, where violence and chaos ruled. He talks of his neighborhood having dirt road and trailer parks, where people are always banging and slanging. It is a place where the homies have backroads credentials and serve others' hard and soft materials. The song portrays life in the neighborhood, where people struggle to survive and fight to be on top, even if it means stepping on others' toes. ABK describes the neighborhood as a place where the strong can build up while the weak are defeated. The neighborhood is so remote that it is pointless to call the cops when things go down, and the only way to survive is through resilience and violence.
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