Hood Interrogation lyrics

[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)

[Verse 1]
They took my brodie and that was the police, they shot him up from his leg to his face
That was the n*gga I was supposed to blow with, gave him a TFG shirt his way
They killed lil' Keenan when he was just eight, his mama couldn't even give him a hug
And then we found out that it wasn't a mistake, I guess the n*gga was serving some drugs
And when I was little, I bought me a chopper to hang with the ballers, at home with the thugs
I remember Kadavion went in my wallet so I had to rob his lil' ass with a snub
That was the day I put trust in these slugs
That was thе day that I knew I couldn't love
And that was the day that I knеw it get crazy, the streets turn you into a bear from a cub

[Chorus]
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
This sh*t get crazy, this sh*t can get real
Is you a fake or a gangster for real?
It ain't no playing when you in the field
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
Lil' n*gga, is you gangster or what?
You either do it or get in the way, n*gga, make up your mind 'fore you really get stuck, for real, though

[Bridge]
I need my drank with the seal on
I'm in the club with my steel on
And them n*ggas hoping I fell off
Go tell them n*ggas I'm still on
I pull up and spin and I peel off
Don't you get out your body to get dome
n*gga, get on, try to get home
Yeah
[Chorus]
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
Lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
So lil' n*gga, is you gangster or what?
Is you gon' tote that lil' banger or what?
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
Lil' n*gga, is you gangster or what?
You either do it or you in the way, n*gga, make up your mind 'fore you really get stuck, for real, though

[Verse 2]
They took lil' Kylan when he was a baby, he tried to stick up a store for a twenty
If he would've waited until I had made it, G-O-D, I would've gave him a Bentley
It's so many times that I could've got wet up, I swear it ain't set up to get out my city
Try to get out and them n*ggas gon' envy
But that's how it is when you come from the fifty
It's 51st 'til the day that I go
I don't really know the day that I'm leaving
You hyped him up like that n*gga a demon
We had to put his lil' ass in the cement
I swear this gang sh*t can get deceiving
Ain't no application and ain't no agreements
It ain't no reward, n*gga, for your achievements
Only sad songs and grandmamas grieving

[Chorus]
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
Lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
So lil' n*gga, is you gangster or what?
Is you gon' tote that lil' banger or what?
So lil' n*gga, is you banging or what?
Lil' n*gga, is you gangster or what?
You either do it or you in the way, n*gga, make up your mind 'fore you really get stuck, for real, though