Intro (spoken, gritty)
NFR Troup…
Free smoke, no filters.
This for the ones who stayed.
Yeah—Tucci Wrld.
Hook (chanty, hood anthem)
This the hood, where we bled, where we ate,
Same block, same pain, same faith.
From the dirt with my bros, no fake,
If I shine, we shine—no debate.
NFR gang, yeah we stamped in blood,
Lost some days but we never lost love.
From the night to the light we rose,
This the hood—yeah this home.
Verse 1 (Von-style storytelling)
I remember cold nights, no lights, just vibes,
Dicey on the block, dreams bigger than the sky.
Hampton in my ear like “bro, don’t fold,”
Life get dark but the real stay bold.
Driol X with the vision, plotting every move,
Quiet type, but his mind stay rude.
Best friend singing pain like X,
Heart full of scars but he still got breath.
Deno2xy wild, but his loyalty pure,
If he say he got you, that’s facts for sure.
OG Big Smoke—yeah that’s big bro,
Talk less, move smart, let the money show.
We ain’t had much but we had each other,
Same struggle story, different mothers.
If you wasn’t there when the nights got ugly,
You can’t say “we” when the life get lovely.
Hook
This the hood, where we bled, where we ate,
Same block, same pain, same faith.
From the dirt with my bros, no fake,
If I shine, we shine—no debate.
NFR gang, yeah we stamped in blood,
Lost some days but we never lost love.
From the night to the light we rose,
This the hood—yeah this home.
Verse 2 (Tucci Wrld style, street slang + pride)
Whole family behind me, yeah that’s armor,
Prayers in the air, can’t harm us.
Mama tears turn fuel for the mission,
Every loss taught me better decision.
They tried split the gang with envy,
But real ones move too steady.
Same shoes, same dust on the pavement,
We ain’t rich yet but the mindset dangerous.
No cap in my talk, no gimmicks,
I seen fake love come with attendance.
If you wasn’t there when the plate was empty,
Don’t ask for a seat when the table trendy.
We don’t snitch, we don’t fold, we don’t switch,
Code of the hood—yeah we live by this.
From the trenches to stages, we aim for the globe,
But we still bring the hood everywhere we go.
Bridge (low, emotional)
If I fall, they lift me up,
If they fall, I give my last.
This more than blood, more than trust,
This a bond that time can’t crash.
Final Hook (big, anthem energy)
This the hood, where we bled, where we ate,
Same block, same pain, same faith.
From the dirt with my bros, no fake,
If I shine, we shine—no debate.
NFR Troup, yeah we stamped in blood,
Whole fam here, yeah we straight out the mud.
From the night to the light we rose,
This the hood—yeah this home.
Outro (spoken)
To my brothers.
To my family.
To the ones who never left.
This ain’t just a song…
This THE HOOD.
