Inglewood High - D Smoke

Supa Good in this bitch, the 'Wood in this bitch

'Bout to school these niggas like only I could in this bitch

Here by myself and I still got the whole hood in this bitch

Claiming new stomping grounds, gon' leave my whole foot in this bitch

Ankle-deep and it’s painful

My handkerchief is a spangled banner

With the blood of black sons of slaves, uh

Painting people’s depictions

Won’t be no sequel, afflictions

Made me the true nigga that I am today, uh

Did my homework in class

Walked the halls with no pass

Eleventh grade, I had it made, held my balls when I laughed

My older brother sang and SiR chose to ball for his pass

I chose to get perfect grades and catch fades in the grass

Seven Gang was the clique, it wasn’t no Blood or no Crip

Was more like fraternity ties mixed with bare knuckles and clips

My big homie saw something in me, said fuck hitting licks and pistols

Your test scores gon' hit the lick with pencils, teaching credentials

I never got 'em, they said wasn’t a problem

I sent that application they said, «You start tomorrow, where else

We gon' find a nigga black and fluent in Spanish?

Might as well use it to our advantage»

I went right back to Inglewood (Inglewood)

Inglewood (Inglewood)

Inglewood (Inglewood)

Inglewood

I’m from Inglewood (Inglewood), Inglewood

Inglewood High (Inglewood, Inglewood)

From Inglewood ('Wood)

Inglewood ('Wood)

Inglewood, Inglewood (Inglewood)

Inglewood, Inglewood

Inglewood High