In the Hood
Trae ft Joc/Trae Lyrics

Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Let me explain what a real nigga is

Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
This song embodies what a real nigga is

You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
It takes real niggaz to come together to make this happen

And make some motherfucking shit happen, man
We came together to make some dope music

I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
I'm a true gangsta and will ride for my set till the end

Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
My Chevy is all black with fresh paint

J's on my toes, locs on my eyes
I'm rocking Jordans and wearing shades on my eyes

Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
My car is so low, it looks like I'm crawling on all fours when I drive by

Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
I always keep it real on the streets of the South

Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
Girls love my style because of the diamonds in my mouth

But I move low key, posted in the trap
I keep a low profile and stay in the trap

Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
My lyrics are raw and represent my hood to the fullest

Repping my block, still doing my thang
I'm representing my block and still doing what I do

Trunk full of bang, holding A.B.N. gang
My trunk is full of drugs, holding it down for A.B.N. gang

Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know
I'm a part of the Screwed up click and represent them to the world

Before it's all over, we gon' make the world slow
We're going to make the whole world slow down with our music

You can find me in the hood, swanging in a drop
I'm always in the hood, cruising around in my convertible car

Trunk popped up, now I'm letting back the top
I opened my trunk and now I can take the top off my car

Locs on my face, and my grill so clean
I'm wearing shades and my teeth are so clean

Thirty grand talk, boppers hopping on my team
I'm talking big money and girls are attracted to me

Moving so slow, banging my screw
I'm driving slowly and listening to my Screwed up music

Hop out on the block, still hollin' 'what it do'
I hop out of my car and greet everyone on the block

'65 Impala, Chevy SS
I drive a classic '65 Chevy Impala SS

The top disappear, see the clear VVS
The top of my car disappears and my diamond is VVS quality

I guess you know the name, I ain't even gotta say it
My reputation precedes me, no need to introduce myself

When I say it's going down, SK start spraying
When I say it's time, my crew starts shooting

Block E-N-T, and A.B.N. niggaz in charge
Block Entertainment and A.B.N. are in charge around here

Ery'body mugging, nigga face different starch
Everyone is staring, some with fear on their faces

I'm a let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it
I'll let you test your luck, but I'll quickly show you what I'm made of

Ay fuck a semi-auto, my niggaz pack fullest
We don't need semi-automatic guns, we carry the most powerful ones

We bullies on the block, the hustle don't stop
We're the big dogs on the block and we never stop hustling

It's eat what you kill, that's the motto off top
We live by the motto 'eat what you kill' and we mean it

Yeah, it's the A-Town, and the H-Town
Representing both Atlanta and Houston

Tell 'em this the shake down, lay face down
We're doing a shake down, so lay face down

Me and my nigga Trae, getting cake now
Me and Trae are making money and living large

Split it down the middle, 50-50 that's the break down
We split the money down the middle, 50-50

Baby, keep your face down, and don't talk back
Keep quiet and don't say anything

My guns go off, when my fists is hard
I don't need guns, my fists are lethal weapons

Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
I roll with my crew because our guns will leave scars

You got your knife on you, homie, that's for twisting cigars
You have a knife on you, which is useless

I got my knife on me, homie, that's for twisting your guards
I have a knife on me, and I'll use it to take you down

These niggaz, wanna play you for weak
These people think you're weak and will try to take advantage of you

It's going down, motherfuckers drizzown when they playing it deep
Things will get serious if someone tries to mess with us

I'm a problem run into it, you ain't walking up out it
I'm the problem, and you won't walk away unscathed

Sensei'll fade the pack, I get mean
I'll take care of the weaklings, while you step back

Lean on you with this beam, till you fade to black
I'll aim and shoot until you're unconscious

Cuffing broads, cause I mack on chicks
I'm sweet talking girls and getting them hooked

I go hard same nigga hit your hard, put your Lac on bricks
I go hard and can hurt you as much as I can build you up

Niggaz a trip, crock bull give niggaz the clip
People are testing me, but they'll regret it when I take them out

Slap niggaz in they trap, when they giving me lip
I'll slap someone who dares to disrespect me

S.U.C. my nigga, we missing H.A.W.K.
Screwed Up Click lost a member and we miss him

I'm gon' live through the rest of the click, that's real talk
I'll keep the spirit of Screwed up Click alive and well

Hop out on the block, like I'm still hitting stangs
I still hit the streets as if I were driving a Mustang

Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
I'm famous in the hood and everyone knows me

Yellow VS-1's, got me switching up the game
My yellow diamonds are game changers

Might hop fly, top dropping like the rain
I might fly off to somewhere warm and sunny, leaving my troubles behind

Hoes talk down, Trae never get mad
Girls try to bring me down, but I never let them see me mad

Niggaz old school, still jacking my swag'
People are still copying my style from the old days

Y'all concerned about a playa, since the day of my birth
People have been talking about me since I was born

Grab a couple mill, and I can show you what I'm worth
I'm worth millions and can prove it

Sitting so low, every time I come down
My car is so low, it looks like it's just coming down from the sky

Trunk just popped, so I'm showing my surround
I just opened the trunk and now everyone can see what's inside

84's got me tipping, so low to the ground
My car's wheels are so big it looks like it's tipping over

Still hitting licks, moving off the Greyhound
I'm still robbing people and getting away on a Greyhound bus

Watching for the laws, I ain't fucking with the time
I'm always aware of the police because I don't want to get caught

Bitch I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping my shine
I'm at my best and no one can stop my success

I advise, that they lead the truth to the throne
I advise people to tell the truth and be real

If you say I ain't the realest, say bitch you dead wrong
If you say I'm not the realest, you're dead wrong