Quito Corleone - Hood Cycle Lyrics

Enviyon On The Mix

Yeah, shoutout Avo, he the reason I made this
We all gonna shine together, we gonna shine forever

You can't feel my pain
PTSD, so traumatized couldn't nothing stop the rain
The stuff I saw, wasn't supposed to see, it had me entertained
I learned my way to make it out, so now, I see the fame
I was a baby, smart as hell, with them little tight ass braids

You can't feel my pain
PTSD, so traumatized couldn't nothing stop the rain
The stuff I saw, wasn't supposed to see, it had me entertained
I learned my way to make it out, so now, I see the fame
I was a baby, smart as hell, with them little tight ass braids

Let me take you out
I got my goal, you got your goal, we both can make it out
They envy us, because, we're the best, and we can't make that route
Take you to the hotel room, and show you what I'm all about
I ball so hard, no foul

I'm taking a class at Howard
I'm using that Force, and I go Ghost, but I don't watch no Power
Let take you out, and treat you right, let's go to the Sears Tower
That boy a goofy, ain't treat you right, man, his ass a coward
Man his ass a coward

I know you want me, why are you faking
See my goal, that's what I'm chasing
This for the debt, so I'm embracing
Mind your business, why are you hating
Stand on my word, ain't no debate
Tighten your screws and you won't have fate
Should've been released, I came too late
You failed that challenge, you're walking on crates

Shoutout to Avo, I'm giving him credit
Niggas be fans, y'all need Reddit
You speak my word, I'm God, you're the Revered
Gave you my heart, but you're joking like Kevin
Ain't nobody else, this goal for us
Playing too much, I wouldn't give you my trust
Gotta go get it, because, it's a must
If I don't, it's blowing like dust

You can't feel my pain
PTSD, so traumatized couldn't nothing stop the rain
The stuff I saw, wasn't supposed to see, it had me entertained
I learned my way to make it out, so now, I see the fame
I was a baby, smart as hell, with them little tight ass braids

You can't feel my pain
PTSD, so traumatized couldn't nothing stop the rain
The stuff I saw, wasn't supposed to see, it had me entertained
I learned my way to make it out, so now, I see the fame
I was a baby, smart as hell, with them little tight ass braids