Listen to Neighborhood (feat. Kent Jamz & Nick Grant) by Terrace Martin

Neighborhood (feat. Kent Jamz & Nick Grant)

Terrace Martin

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Neighborhood
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Songwriter
Kent Jamz
Kent Jamz
Songwriter
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Songwriter
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Songwriter
Neko Deshawn
Neko Deshawn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Patrick Douthit
Patrick Douthit
Producer

Lyrics

Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah I know snitches get stitches, yeah See, I've been in the ghetto And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh) Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh-huh) Nothin' like a new day, in a new world Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby) Ayy, where you from, fool? This ain't the neighborhood that you come to Tell me whatcha bangin' homie, red or blue? If we decide to off him Homicide comin' ain't nobody talkin' Plead The Fifth Amendment, everybody walkin' That's how it all goes when the dice roll out And the elements test what you all about Another life gone as the world goes 'round I know it's so cold, all these lost souls Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah I know snitches get stitches, yeah See, I've been in the ghetto And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh) Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh-huh) Nothin' like a new day, in a new world Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby) Uh, I'm from where cops roll around Gunshots, it ain't no warnings The ones that say they love you to death, be plotting on you Niggas get football numbers for playin' the corner Home invasion, yeah, they all in yo crib like they Willona Penny for thoughts nigga get lost Shootin' like when white folks do crime, the wigga be off God help us 'cause even the minister sinister dark Yeah, you smilin' but your energy speaking grimish remarks This is art Our heroes become murals Crackers, they make examples out the nigga in the struggle Who let fiends get a sample Yeah, the kid that's tired of pulling dirty clothes off the hamper That his brother handed to him 'Cause his mother never had it, yeah His father was an addict Granny had to pick up the slack 'Cause she knows what truly matters to him I'm grateful for that influence, uh Bible on the dash, Jesus take the wheel Steer me from my past My dreams never belly up I'm hype behind the cam Don't ever throw the baby out with the diaper bag Lately, I've been saving more money, yeah I know snitches get stitches, yeah See, I've been in the ghetto And if you know me, I'm gon' get it, yeah Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh) Everything I do, I do it all for you (uh huh) Nothin' like a new day, in a new world Nothin' like a new day, in a new world (feelin' like a new world, baby) The rat race The paper chase The unending maze seems to fade around the days That some call holy But even that can cause other wise men To argue mangers and halos with karma and rainbows And turned the only time earth agrees on family In to some form of Greek tragedy The way I see it We can call these, village days Where regardless of the reason We get to see some of the loved ones we missed During the run and the rip of life Let's count our blessings, right? And make ways for the days of the village
Writer(s): Nick Grant, Neko Deshawn, Patrick Denard Douthit, Terrace Martin, Khallid Muhammad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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