Lyrics
I loss my bro swear to god I see my hood cry
I experienced the loss of my brother, and I swear I can sense the collective sorrow in our neighborhood.
I ain't never looking up to no more good guys
I no longer admire or look up to morally upright individuals.
Cause the demons always live while the good die
The forces of darkness persist while the virtuous ones succumb to fate.
In the zone we got motherfucking hood ties
We share strong connections within our community.
I loss my bros swear to god I see my hood cry
Reiteration of the loss of multiple friends and the emotional impact on the community.
I ain't never looking up to no more good guys
Continuation of the rejection of positive role models.
Cause the demons always live while the good die
Reinforcement of the idea that malevolent forces persist while the righteous face untimely demise.
In the zone we got mother fucking hood ties
Highlighting the deep bonds within the neighborhood.
Ever since a youngin' I knew that I'd be a star
From a young age, the artist aspired to achieve fame.
Niggas they be hatin' they don't know about them scars
Others harbor resentment without understanding the artist's struggles.
Momma calling me she beggin' me to make salat
The artist's mother urges them to perform the Islamic prayer, emphasizing a connection to faith.
I'm just thankful mamma can't believe I'd make it this far
Gratitude for the artist's achievements, surprising even their mother.
See I was grinding for niggas
The artist worked hard for others, facing criticism.
They was hatin' on my grind
Envy and negativity surrounded the artist's efforts.
I was shining for niggas
Despite the hate, the artist continued to shine.
They just hate to see me shine
Jealousy arises from witnessing the artist's success.
I was never jealous I sat back and gave it time
The artist patiently waited for their success, acknowledging their lack of jealousy.
Thank my momma for this life cause it was meant for me to shine
Gratefulness to the artist's mother for a life destined for success.
So many things gone wrong can't handle it
The artist faces numerous challenges and hardships.
All these tears falling down while your candle lit
Tears are shed in the face of adversity.
And ever since your body dropped I'm screaming fuck this shit
The emotional impact of a friend's death is overwhelming.
And it's hard that you gone can't live with it
The difficulty of coping with the absence of a loved one.
All this fake love they show us
Expressions of insincere affection and support.
Why niggas gotta die to start blowing up
Questioning why success often follows tragedy.
I know you looking down watching over us
Belief that the departed are watching over the living.
And I hope you know that we still coming up
Determination to continue progressing despite the losses.
I loss my bro swear to god I see my hood cry
Reiteration of the emotional impact of losing a brother on the neighborhood.
I ain't never looking up to no more good guys
Continued rejection of positive influences.
Cause the demons always live while the good die
Emphasizing the persisting imbalance between malevolent forces and virtuous individuals.
In the zone we got motherfucking hood ties
Acknowledging the strong ties within the neighborhood.
I loss my bro swear to god I see my hood cry
Reiteration of the emotional impact of losing friends in the community.
I ain't never looking up to no more good guys
Consistent refusal to look up to morally upright figures.
Cause the demons always live while the good die
Reaffirming the enduring presence of malevolent forces despite the demise of the virtuous.
In the zone we got motherfucking hood ties
Reiteration of the strong community bonds within the neighborhood.
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