Intro
Yeah...
This one’s for every block, every struggle...
From Flatbush to Nairobi, from the Bronx to Brixton,
Where dreams gotta hustle harder than the fiends do...
We gon’ make it out though… Hoodville forever.

Chorus
Hoodville, we cry but still we rise,
Underneath these broken skies.
Got dreams, we chase 'em through the rain,
Turn our losses into flame.
Hoodville, we carry all this weight,
Still we hope, still we pray.
From the corners to the stars we will,
Find our way outta Hoodville...

Verse 1
Came up where the sirens lull you to sleep,
And loyalty’s deep but the hunger’s elite.
Pops gone, OGs taught me the game,
But every handshake could be laced with a flame.
Shorty on the corner with a dream in his hand,
Sketchin’ blueprints in the lines of the sand.
I seen hope die, but I still believe,
'Cause the rose from the crack got tricks up its sleeve.

Chorus
Hoodville, we cry but still we rise,
Underneath these broken skies.
Got dreams, we chase 'em through the rain,
Turn our losses into flame.
Hoodville, we carry all this weight,
Still we hope, still we pray.
From the corners to the stars we will,
Find our way outta Hoodville...

Verse 2
Mailbox full but the fridge half empty,
City cold-blooded but the love still tempt me.
Dice roll lives, one shot, no warnin’,
You either catch flights or get caught in the mornin’.
But I spit for the youth in the cyphers at night,
With they eyes on the mic, tryna channel they light.
Yeah, we dream past the ceilings we know,
Even concrete grows when it’s watered with soul.

Pre-Chorus
So if you from the struggle, throw your fist in the sky,
We don’t just survive — man, we learn how to fly.
From pain to power, we rep where we live,
But we movin’ on up — still, we never forget...


Chorus
Hoodville, we cry but still we rise,
Underneath these broken skies.
Got dreams, we chase 'em through the rain,
Turn our losses into flame.
Hoodville, we carry all this weight,
Still we hope, still we pray.
From the corners to the stars we will,
Find our way outta Hoodville...


Outro
Yeah…
We all got a “Hoodville”…
Might look different, might sound different…
But the heart? The hustle? The hunger?
That’s universal.
Keep goin’.
We gon’ make it.