Hood Made Me

Intro

Ayy, ayy, skrrt, skrrt (let's go)

Lights off, block hot, we move in silence — ayy (yuh)

Verse

Raised on stoop sermons, concrete catechism, yeah I learned quick

Mama prayin' on the steps while the shooter burnin' biscuits, uh

We traded innocence for minutes, counted paper like a scripture

Side-eye on every handshake, loyalty on blistered knuckles (watch)

Corner chess, rook move, pockets heavier with proof

Chrome dreams, late schemes, life taught me the truth (ayy)

Snakes in polos, smiles with sharp teeth, I keep my roof locked

Same block that birthed kings and buried offers in a shoebox

Gas station politics — we barter hope for cheap cigs

Kids runnin' routes with dreams folded up in fitted lids

I got scars where the street signed my name in flame

Tattoos tell the chapters but the ledger keeps the pain (yeah)

Night whispers dealin' daylight, but we hustle in the gray

Cuffed chances, cash advances, prayin' for a better day (uh-huh)

I count lessons, not losses — taught to duck when glass talk

Watch dogs on porch lights barkin' code at midnight walks (skrrt)

Stacked rent, cracked ceiling, still we feed the table

Brothers movin' silent, stair-step to stable — label fables

Ganta in my steps, I move like storm trouble — never idle

Life taught me chess, not checkers — move a spiteful title (yuh)

Chorus

Hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me) — hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me)

Hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me) — hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me)

Hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me) — hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me)

Hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me) — hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me)

Verse

I move in code words, short breath, long nights, longer checks

Pavement sermons, mama's hands on my head, confess

Been low on luck, high on hustle, call it craft or curse

Every loss a lecture, every win a universe (ayy)

Loaded past promises, I keep my circle small and iron

Friends turned rivals, now I'm watchful like a siren (ha)

City taught me calculus — how to split a dollar, double minutes

Trust scarce, paper loud, keep the biscuit in the mitten

I see futures in the barbecue smoke and corner laughs

Youngbloods with old eyes, sellin' faith for better halves

Run with scars that tattoo memories on my gait

We pray to make it out and curse the hands of fate (yuh)

I learned to celebrate the quiet wins in stairwells

Toast to those who held the line when sirens sang farewells

Ganta whisper in my pocket: survive, sustain, repeat

Feet on gravel, head held high, never face defeat (skrrt)

They say the hood'll break you — nah, it built muscle

Made me quick with the tongue, quicker with the hustle (uh)

Keep the fam fed, keep my name clean on the block

Hustle hymn, gospel grit — clock ticks, we don't stop (ayy)

Chorus

Hood made me, hood raised me (hood made me) — hood made me, hood r