Dan Hoodian Fam
In Dan Hood we roll deep, block to block, Cash in our pockets, strapped like a rock. From the bank to the store, we run these streets, Dodgin’ ops, throwin' hands, never accept defeat. Me and my homies, in the server all night, Mic on loud, talkin' smack midfight. Got the glock in my hand and the fit on point, You mess with the crew? You leavin’ the joint. We grind for the loot, no hacks, just skill, Jumpin' through chaos just for the thrill. Stompin’ ops with style, like it's second nature, Laughin' in VC while we add to the paper. But it ain’t just smoke, it’s fam on the game, Every log-in hit feels like we’re reclaimin’ fame. From hoodrats to legends, we earned that tag, Reppin’ Dan Hood with pride never a drag. So here’s to the gang, my crew, We shoot, we flex, and we always stay true. Pixel or real, the bond’s still tight, Dan Hoodians for life we ride every night.
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