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hoodie noir - saran rap lyrics

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[verse 1]

by my momma crib there’s alot of crips
some boy wore red chucks and they shot at him
boy was working for his doctorate
so he could go ahead and buy his momma’s crib

try my hardest but can’t pay no attention;
sh-ttiest retention
always in detention or suspension
herb smoke to release the tension

herb sold by a local entrepreneur
no degree and he had to ensure
that his family’s food came first
but the money’s black, the money’s dirt
irs gets a whiff and stuffs a wire down a shirt

[verse 2]

looking through a black lens
the only way to get out is with rapping
or the sport with a ball and a basket
chains on the neck with sungl-sses

kids doing projects about a kid in the projects
the one with the sungl-sses
they don’t understand that he rapped
so he could stop trapping

people on apple computers
listening to me on these melodies
and they idolize me
when three times out of three
they get a job for free
i would show up to the interview in ripped-up jeans
seems appropriate to me
or at least to the streets where i’ve been
but if i pull up to wall street
i’ll be gone quicker than chris noth on tv

[verse 3]

f-ck 4 times 3
always out for me
to catch the black ice/black guys
slipping on the street

dad’s in the house of correction
only seen him on visitation
if i commit a felony
that’s a lifelong family vacation

the streets ain’t chosen, rather it is handed
inst-tutional projects
leaves your past haunted
shaking at night thinking about what my dad did

left a boy sore and lying, his momma’s cryin’
and in the court, pops lied
and now the boy’s shrine is made of rock and saline
results of the chalk lines
pops got life by taking a life

the boy had a life
had a kid, had a wife
he had so many future options, none of which included robbing
in fact, he was working on his doctorate

[sample]
“every n—– is a star”
“every n—– is a star”

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