The hood love me, and hate me
Cant call it, how u makin
Nothin shakin but the leaves in the trees
Jumped in since a youngin
Out chea gettin money and honey
Talkin the birds and the bees
It started off me and you vs the whole world
It break my heart for you to switch up like my old girl
You been down for me, taught me bout the struggle
Taught me how hustle, It was you who wrote these bars
Im just pressing em wit muscle
You the mud, that we got it out of
It was you who taught me what gloks and crack rock was
You had me ridin a bomb, you had me playin wit a gun
You had me on some ghetto love, when i was young
You made me a street dreamer, reality the street sweeper
Took my friend last night while i was sleeping
Different days same clothes, different day old
Chicken flavor top ramen same bowl
If you dont know, im talkin bout u
The hood that taught me everything, that i ever knew
Just find out later on, no matter how they feel
It was all wrong, Makin Good In Mayfield
Turning lemons to lemonade, spittin game
Teachin how to get lil hitta paid, no minimum wage
You my sun, stop givin shade
Let me live, im already livin 1 foot in grave
Weather man, dont let em rain on my parade
I reign, supreme, 1 deep or wit my team
I made his story, history
Now im raising my daughter, six stories up
Ima need some water, im just warmin up
Im too straight to the point, to disappoint ya
Too set in my ways, to switch the voice up
Too rich to not have another choice or
Take another route own an airport or
Split the ocean up, and divide by the ports
Break it down wit my neighborhood at the courts
Lets turn the hood to estates 4real
Thats real estate, Makin Good In Mayfield
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The hood love me, and hate me
Cant call it, how u makin
Nothin shakin but the leaves in the trees
Jumped in since a youngin
Out chea gettin money and honey
Talkin the birds and the bees
It started off me and you vs the whole world
It break my heart for you to switch up like my old girl
You been down for me, taught me bout the struggle
Taught me how hustle, It was you who wrote these bars
Im just pressing em wit muscle
You the mud, that we got it out of
It was you who taught me what gloks and crack rock was
You had me ridin a bomb, you had me playin wit a gun
You had me on some ghetto love, when i was young
You made me a street dreamer, reality the street sweeper
Took my friend last night while i was sleeping
Different days same clothes, different day old
Chicken flavor top ramen same bowl
If you dont know, im talkin bout u
The hood that taught me everything, that i ever knew
Just find out later on, no matter how they feel
It was all wrong, Makin Good In Mayfield
Turning lemons to lemonade, spittin game
Teachin how to get lil hitta paid, no minimum wage
You my sun, stop givin shade
Let me live, im already livin 1 foot in grave
Weather man, dont let em rain on my parade
I reign, supreme, 1 deep or wit my team
I made his story, history
Now im raising my daughter, six stories up
Ima need some water, im just warmin up
Im too straight to the point, to disappoint ya
Too set in my ways, to switch the voice up
Too rich to not have another choice or
Take another route own an airport or
Split the ocean up, and divide by the ports
Break it down wit my neighborhood at the courts
Lets turn the hood to estates 4real
Thats real estate, Makin Good In Mayfield
Cant call it, how u makin
Nothin shakin but the leaves in the trees
Jumped in since a youngin
Out chea gettin money and honey
Talkin the birds and the bees
It started off me and you vs the whole world
It break my heart for you to switch up like my old girl
You been down for me, taught me bout the struggle
Taught me how hustle, It was you who wrote these bars
Im just pressing em wit muscle
You the mud, that we got it out of
It was you who taught me what gloks and crack rock was
You had me ridin a bomb, you had me playin wit a gun
You had me on some ghetto love, when i was young
You made me a street dreamer, reality the street sweeper
Took my friend last night while i was sleeping
Different days same clothes, different day old
Chicken flavor top ramen same bowl
If you dont know, im talkin bout u
The hood that taught me everything, that i ever knew
Just find out later on, no matter how they feel
It was all wrong, Makin Good In Mayfield
Turning lemons to lemonade, spittin game
Teachin how to get lil hitta paid, no minimum wage
You my sun, stop givin shade
Let me live, im already livin 1 foot in grave
Weather man, dont let em rain on my parade
I reign, supreme, 1 deep or wit my team
I made his story, history
Now im raising my daughter, six stories up
Ima need some water, im just warmin up
Im too straight to the point, to disappoint ya
Too set in my ways, to switch the voice up
Too rich to not have another choice or
Take another route own an airport or
Split the ocean up, and divide by the ports
Break it down wit my neighborhood at the courts
Lets turn the hood to estates 4real
Thats real estate, Makin Good In Mayfield
Writer: Deon White, Maurice Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid