Deep In lyrics

[Intro]
(Street play, hood play, however you want it)
(Real)
(Real n*gga, real n*gga, real n*gga radio)
The deeper you go, the darker it gets young n*gga
See success?
Is not for the timid that sit on the shore
Its for the bold thats willin' to dig deep as it take, to get what you never had
Hunxho!
I'm tryina tell you a story young n*gga

[Verse 1: Hunxho]
Bad b*tch like Amber Road
Hustle man like T.I
Nothin' but G rides in my hood, I ain't never seen the G5
n*gga said he want smoke, heard the boy got cancer now
n*gga ain't never helped me out, I was wearin' hand me downs
Not to say I owe еm, now they want to show up
I can show you how to make C4, watch how I blow up
Nevеr had a big dog, but I had a Glock tho
I learned how to multiply, but I learned how to rob first
Partner wearin' Prada shoes when I was wearin' Converse
I done hit a hundred licks nd' I never plot first
n*ggas actin' funny now, had to cross my manz out
I wasn't in the mix, I stayed down nd' now I stand out
They say i'm the hardest n*gga hands down, seen a opp nd' then I ran down
They gon' be embarrassed if I gotta pull these bands out
I make n*ggas pull they guns up
Sex, money, guns up
How a broke as f*ck n*gga- had to get my funds up
Most these n*ggas gang members, A n*gga really gangbangin'
Member I use to bully homes, before he ever became famous
Now I went to school with homes, went ahead; he came dangerous
n*gga gettin' handouts, all of mine came up taken
Most of these n*ggas peasants nd' I don't really even f*ck with bacon
Friday boy like JJ, man down; may day
He don't see his check because we extort him every payday
12 better not get behind me because imma do him on the E way
Wipe him like his nose runnin', nd' its still free blow money
Teacher for six racks everyday, still feel like show money
All these bags in the trap, but I won't ever show nothin'
Walk him down with a pump, like im tryina go huntin'
You can't kick it with us, no puttin'; stunna just like Vegas is
Mobbin' like we meets them, eatin' good like babies is
I might set up shop on your block, f*ck it I might stay up here
Showing all my guns at the park, I ain't never play out here
Shoot outs everyday so I feel bad whoever stay out here
I swear to god if I ain't do it, you won't never catch me say "I did"
I'd prolly be dead if I ain't never changed the way I lived
Might pull up on opp block, shoot it up; stop shot
Police don't even come out here, boy your block is not hot
Pyrex, hot pots, dirty guns; hot box
All my clothes stolen nd' I been caught for a drop top
I do this sh*t for mom and them, soda boy will not stop
[Chorus]
Yhea, I been goin' through it with my demons
How I get up out the streets when I was deep in?
Nd' I wonder if I can tell you all my secrets?
Nd' if I lended you my heart, would you keep it?
Nd' pain got my heart harden, like the cement
Long live all my dogs that i'll never see again
I seen real in you, that i'll never see again
And I can't go back no, they gon' try to keep me in

[Outro]
(Yes, this is real n*gga radio)
(The Walmart to the streets)
(Sip to that mutha f*cka)
Shout out to Big Ranklin' as always, you know how we do it; quality street music