They Say Lyrics - Black Friday - Jay Rock

growin up i was a knucklehead, 

boy you never listen to me! thats wat my momma said 

im from the projects, i aint never had shit, 

me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress 

no heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, 

my daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit 

gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father, 

neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas 

thats when i became a problem, 

product of my environment, its hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman 

when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin 

and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently 

the hood inspired him to be a G, 

i bled for the game did it all for the letter B 

the big homie gave me the name jay rock, 

this aint no rap gimmick its a real life story on watts livin nigga 

(chorus) 

you can take, me out the hood, 

but you cant take the hood out me, 

and thats the way it forever gon be, 

but i cant help it im gutta, 

i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out 

that project shit run deep in my veins now, 

and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it 

and all my life i been gang banged out that project 

shit runnin deep in my veins now 

let me take you on a detour, 

eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me 

home to my black n white appartments, 

police roll thru with caution, scared to death 

the homies got tats across them, 

capitol BH over they necks, 

since birth bangin the set, 

even the hoes bangin the set, 

some aint, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck 

them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique 

for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high 

dice games, white Gs, fist fights, 

six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes 

might see a couple of zombies late night, 

off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie 

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somethin in the bushes, either the AK or the .45, no lie 

raised in the ghetto, wit rats and roaches, 

smokers on porches, gettin high off yola its colda 

norther but my city's the coldest 

where we aint bond is the city of mornin? 

(chorus) 

you can take, me out the hood, 

but you cant take the hood out me, 

and thats the way it forever gon be, 

but i cant help it im gutta, 

i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out 

that project shit run deep in my veins now, 

and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it 

you could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me 

im still bangin, im still hangin, 

the only difference is im not slangin nickles and dimes 

more like slangin these rap lines 

verse is the truth when i step in the booth, 

niggas know i pour my soul out for the strugglin youth 

for that fatherless son who needed love so he ran wit 

a crew, grew up before his older brother did 

gin and juice, replaced the pain i knew, carryin them thangs to school 

them niggas was trippin i wasnt bangin the blue, 

but they had to respect me i never ran from who? nobody 

put my faith in god its amazin how i overcame them odds 

on my momma this past year my life has slightly been 

revised, but notice i said slightly 

cuz me bein absent from where i came from, thats unlikely 

(chorus) 

you can take, me out the hood, 

but you cant take the hood out me, 

and thats the way it forever gon be, 

but i cant help it im gutta, 

i shoulda changed out, but all my life i been gang banged out 

that project shit run deep in my veins now, 

and i cant help it, ooh who am i losin i cant help it 

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