My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
My hood got some hustle to it
A little grit to its grind
Will make shit shine if we need to
It taught me how to make a dollar
Off of 25 cent
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
In elementary I sold quarter bags of Hot Cheetos
For a buck
I knew supply and demand like the back of my hands
The same ones that wrote diss raps
Splowed up friends
And gripped handlebars after school
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Back then gossip
Didn't end in gun fire
Just the fair one
A square up
Boot nigga
I'll rumble you
Winner gets to tell the story
Loser gets a life lesson
But we all get along the next day
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Now we dont know how many more tomorrows are left
My hood aint been the same
Since hot cheetos stopped being 25 cent
Time keep changing things
The prices
The people
The population
I aint think
When I got grown
I'd stop seeing the gaggle of ghetto children
Walking to the corner store for chips
And peach pop
This used to be my hood sweet home
And Now its just a memory
My hood aint been the same since I done moved away
Maya Write - Coroner Store Inflation Lyrics
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My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
My hood got some hustle to it
A little grit to its grind
Will make shit shine if we need to
It taught me how to make a dollar
Off of 25 cent
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
In elementary I sold quarter bags of Hot Cheetos
For a buck
I knew supply and demand like the back of my hands
The same ones that wrote diss raps
Splowed up friends
And gripped handlebars after school
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Back then gossip
Didn't end in gun fire
Just the fair one
A square up
Boot nigga
I'll rumble you
Winner gets to tell the story
Loser gets a life lesson
But we all get along the next day
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Now we dont know how many more tomorrows are left
My hood aint been the same
Since hot cheetos stopped being 25 cent
Time keep changing things
The prices
The people
The population
I aint think
When I got grown
I'd stop seeing the gaggle of ghetto children
Walking to the corner store for chips
And peach pop
This used to be my hood sweet home
And Now its just a memory
My hood aint been the same since I done moved away
My hood got some hustle to it
A little grit to its grind
Will make shit shine if we need to
It taught me how to make a dollar
Off of 25 cent
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
In elementary I sold quarter bags of Hot Cheetos
For a buck
I knew supply and demand like the back of my hands
The same ones that wrote diss raps
Splowed up friends
And gripped handlebars after school
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Back then gossip
Didn't end in gun fire
Just the fair one
A square up
Boot nigga
I'll rumble you
Winner gets to tell the story
Loser gets a life lesson
But we all get along the next day
My hood aint been the same since them prices did change
Now we dont know how many more tomorrows are left
My hood aint been the same
Since hot cheetos stopped being 25 cent
Time keep changing things
The prices
The people
The population
I aint think
When I got grown
I'd stop seeing the gaggle of ghetto children
Walking to the corner store for chips
And peach pop
This used to be my hood sweet home
And Now its just a memory
My hood aint been the same since I done moved away
Writer: Maya Wright
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