[Chorus: Young Jerz]

I don’t know nothing else

Another day another dollar

I don’t know nothing else

Got the hood on my back

For my partners

So I keep it a hundred (Keep it a hundred)

Keep it a hundred (Know I keep it a hundred)

I don’t know nothing else

I don’t know nothing else

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

I had some friends who ain’t think it was real

Down on my luck but they wasn't there

I wonder how them niggas feel

I’m eye for eye, I even a kill

I learned to, I learned to bury the hate

With plans of me buyin’ that house

I wasn’t fired from it at all

I’m smart, I just had to get out

I’m all on my own

And niggas ain’t help me but think that I owe em

They come at me wrong

That nigga [?] your bitch I’ve got plans

I know where I’m going

Some of you ain’t

I put that on my hood, put that on my hood

Put that on my hood

Yea I’m goin’ through pain

Yea I’m doing what you can't

Should’ve seen my dope

Lyin’ out in front of that dope spot

I was bringing that dough in

Never backed up, no slow in

Now hood ass nigga on the block that’s me

Tell them niggas I’m good

My walk my talk my clothes my niggas

My cash stocks for my hood

Where I’m from, get shot they close that

Kick door, where them Oz at?

These bitch ass niggas tryna copy us

Give the cool niggas, they flow back

I see these niggas hatin' and they don’t know why

But I’m just chillin’, rolling joints

Watching them Jergy drive

[Chorus: Young Jerz]

I hope you know that

I don’t know nothing else

Another day another dollar

I don’t know nothing else

Got the hood on my back

For my partners

So I keep it a hundred (Keep it a hundred)

Keep it a hundred (Know I keep it a hundred)

I’m from the jungle my nigga

I don’t know nothing else

I don’t know nothing else

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]

I got that 40 up on that night stand

Shorty doin’ that night dance

All this money, all this weed

I’m countin’ it like goddamn

They question my G, same niggas want it for free

Tell ‘em I’m cool on V

They won’t get nothing from me

I never hear what they sayin’

I be so far out of touch

And they be lookin’ like zombies

When they be full of that dust

I be fish bowling that red thing

My pinky clean, my wheels clean

My sound up, that weed lit

My bitch callin’, my grill mean

They sound like Mr. Ron, that pool hall on the aisle

A lot of niggas came and gone but look here, here I stand

My niggas locked, some of ‘em lost

This where I’m from

Wouldn’t change it at all

Hazelwood years love

All my niggas whats good

Fuck’s wrong with you niggas?

What you think, I ain’t hood?

Hazelwood years love

All my niggas whats good

Fuck is wrong with these niggas?

What y’all think, we ain’t hood? (One thing for sure)

[Chorus: Young Jerz]

I don’t know nothing else

Another day another dollar

I don’t know nothing else

Got the hood on my back

For my partners

I keep it a hundred (Keep it a hundred)

Keep it a hundred (Know I keep it a hundred)

I don’t know nothing else

I don’t know nothing else