[Intro] Yeah Had to get it how we live Init Out the hood for good Listen [Verse 1] Cold flat One fork Ten guys Mum stressed One tear in both eyes Kettle on No gas on the stove But my line still beep on road Bally in the washing bowl Still damp Three man Two shanks One plan Jakes drive past Heart do mad laps If they spin this block That’s mad bands Cousin got hit I was sixteen Blood on my Airs That’s a sick scene Swear that day I done quit sleep Still see chalk when I blink Deep Had fiends in the alley by the bus stop Whole block outside when the gun popped Bare kids tryna copy what the thugs got They ain’t seen a boy die when the lungs drop [Chorus] I came up off drills and a little bit of luck Had dreams in the trap Now we really leveled up Money in the safe But my soul ain’t stuck I’m tryna make it out the hood Out the hood for good Still got scars Got pain in my blood Still see the block every time that I stun But I ain’t goin’ back I done prayed enough I’m tryna make it out the hood Out the hood for good (yeah) [Verse 2] Gym bag full of notes That’s leg day Still flashback to the feds in the stairway Kick door Boots on my mixtapes Mum screaming out I’m in split states Bro said “Jump We can’t get nicked” Heart in my throat Nearly felt sick Leapt off the landing Ankle twist Still ran Can’t flop Can’t slip Grease in the park Boys on badness Late night Bare shots Pure sadness I was in a rented Counting up advances Same time Bredrin ducking from a ambulance Now I get paid for the pain that I seen Put the block in my bars Turn the mud into green But the line still ring on my old phone Every missed call feel cold Bro [Pre-Chorus] ‘Cause I know what they on Tryna flip one night to a whole life gone Trap phone sing like a love song But it lied to me Had a whole hood cursed [Chorus] I came up off drills and a little bit of luck Had dreams in the trap Now we really leveled up Money in the safe But my soul ain’t stuck I’m tryna make it out the hood Out the hood for good Still got scars Got pain in my blood Still see the block every time that I stun But I ain’t goin’ back I done prayed enough I’m tryna make it out the hood Out the hood for good (woo) [Verse 3] Seen man risk it all just to flex on a snap New whip New stick Then he dead by the flats Gyal in his DMs Now she posting the black Same girl Next week on a next man lap That’s life where I’m from It’s a sad song Big .4 in the drawer at my dad’s home He ain’t even know I was mad young But the fear in my chest made my hands strong Used to buss two shots Then I buss two knots Now I buss through shows Make the whole room rock Still remember tryna hide from the blue box Now label talk deals in a boardroom Boss Got a bad one Brown skin Hair laid back She don’t care ‘bout a price or a Maybach Said “Just promise me you’ll never hit the same trap” That’s the first time I really felt straight facts [Pre-Chorus] And I told her “I’m gone If I slide there again then my mind too lost I can buy what I want But it ain’t worth jail It ain’t worth plots” [Chorus] I came up off drills and a little bit of luck Had dreams in the trap Now we really leveled up Money in the safe But my soul

UK drill bounce with dark, sliding bass and skittering hi-hats; close, gritty male vocals in the verses, hook opens with stacked chants and crowd shouts. Verses stay tense and detailed, hook feels triumphant but raw. Sparse piano stabs and distant siren-like pads add drama, last hook adds octave doubles for an anthemic, made-it-out climax., drill

Out The Hood For Good