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Hoover Street (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q

I got that work f**k Labor Day just bought a gun

F**k punching in throwing rocks no hopscotch

Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot

Bang Last night it was a dream

This morning a fantasy back

When the only fan I had was a fiend

Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like

To get help from the store camera they always in my cornea

But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula

See I'm a real loc my street sign I'll kill fo'

Then rewind my Indo then unroll my rillo

The bad guy never once been a hoes hero

He get zero I said nada

B**ch pass the cama (Uh yeah)

How'd it feel to be a real ni**a (I'm a product of a real ni**a)

La-la familia (Get confronted by a real ni**a)

F**k with one of my real niggas

(It's on like night fall summertime gotta ball)

How'd it feel to be a real ni**a

(It's on like night fall summertime gotta ball)

How'd it feel to be a real ni**a (My whole life I've been a real ni**a)

La-la familia (Get confronted by a real ni**a)

F**k with one of my real niggas

(It's on like night fall summertime gotta ball)

How'd it feel to be a real ni**a

I done jumped off my a**

Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling

2012 ain't really happen

So I guess it's back to trapping eyes open night to morning

Had roaches in my cereal

My uncle stole my stereo my grandma can't control him

But Every last one of us had a pistol in the room ni**a

But Click-clack pow-pow-pow (Boom ni**a)

But Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

Find a ni**a realer than me my socks stink

Eat so much p**sy that my mustache pink

Strapping my pants seam no need for a belt

Gangsta lean help hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out

My hate felt my 45 elder poetry's deep

I never fail ya Schoolboy bust flame

Orange-yellow higher than Margielas

Since a young ni**a I admired the crack sellers seen my uncle steal

From his mother now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout

Think about it

The smoker ain't got sh*t and everyday he still get a hit

Whether jacking radios or sucking dick

Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips

Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix didn't take much

To get me convinced coincidence that I ain't f**king with work

Unless we rewind and answer my church

Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt

Around the same time all you niggas was on purp

My sober a** was snatching her purse

Make the ice cream truck freeze

Give me the keys extra Fritos chili and cheese

Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave

The cops'll never get the lead grandma taught me well

And my uncle gun was the accessories

211 sipping plus a robbery

This little piggy went to market

This little piggy carry chrome

I done jumped off my a**

Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling

2012 ain't really happen

So I guess it's back to trapping

Eyes open night to morning

Had roaches in my cereal

My uncle stole my stereo my grandma can't control him

But Every last one of us had a pistol in the room

Ni**a

But Click-clack pow-pow-pow (Boom ni**a)

But Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

Grandma said she loved me I told her I loved her more

She always got me things that we couldn't afford

The new Js and Tommy Hill in my drawers

Sega Genesis Nintendo 64 see Golden Eye was away at war

We wasn't thinking of getting money then

Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz

Cause he been tripping now

He sweats a lot and slimming down

I also notice moms be locking doors when he around

But anyways he wife done left him and now he living with us

My bike is missing Grandma like to hide her check every month

My uncle's nuts he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups

Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up he in a rush

I gave it to him then got my a** whipped for doing it

Moms used to tell me like ni**a know who you dealing with

Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways

Rat-Tone my ni**a's brother showed me my first K

I was amazed me and Floyd was in the back

He called us over like hey

YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK We like damn ni**a

Then again YAWK YAWK We like damn ni**a

Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan ni**a

Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades

Continue the chapter from his life we flipping that page

Gangbanging was a ritual and Grandma would help

She should've never left her gun on the shelf

This little piggy went to market this little piggy carry chrome

I done jumped off my a**

Hit the lick and barely pass but I quickly got to balling

2012 ain't really happen

So I guess it's back to trapping eyes open night to morning

Had roaches in my cereal

My uncle stole my stereo my grandma can't control him

But Every last one of us had a pistol in the room ni**a

But Click-clack pow-pow-pow (Boom ni**a)

But Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)