Hood Blues feat. Westside Gunn,Benny The Butcher,Conway the Machine

歌詞

Rrr, come one, brr What? What? Brr Ayo, ayo (Rr) I'm in the hood (Ah), eighty K house, million dollar net (Uh-huh, ah) Shot off two hundred rounds, niggas know where we at (Brr, yeah) My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh-huh, ah) Headshot took off, soulless (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom) Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats I'm on the yard doin' burpees, me, Drop and Fresh Shooter lean low, he got a new body (Boo-boo-boo-boom) Pray to Tesla X, you need a new body (Skrrt) Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (Ah) You internet niggas, y'all punani (Rrr) The Ace of Spades simple, yay dealer Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids nigga The Tech echo like it got delays, nigga Your shit ain't shit, get out the way, nigga New Yeezys, only me and Ye with 'em (Yeah, ah) Pay attention (Uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (Uh, uh) Guarantee into the rec' yard, I got the weapon (Ow, ah) The Butcher comin', nigga (Come on) Yo, uh You know how I rock six figures off Zaza Come and spend at my shop, I turn your hood to a hotspot Every game I feel like I'm Dame without a stop watch Shootin' before the shot clock, Griselda got the top spot (Oh) Locked down like a pawn shop, nigga (Yeah) I'm thinkin', "Why not?" (Uh-huh) I gave my life to the game, but what do I got? Father these niggas, how? I don't even know my pops This flip phone that I got don't connect to the WiFi Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door Got me beefin' with some niggas I could've put on They make up lies and put 'em in songs I pull up the lots, cop down the block hear me pull in the yard Yeah, prayin' with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands) I did dirt and scam I'm askin' God "Do I deserve these bands?" (Do I deserve these bands?) And we from murder land, eastside shit Jeans purple brand, ridin' in the GLE, the turtle van (Talk to 'em) Ah, you throwin' shots you better be precise (Ah-huh) If I only squeeze it twice, that's me bein' polite (Okay) We was in the trenches, nigga, four chicken wings and rice The shooter fourteen, can't read or right when he gon' squeeze his pipe We was tryna sell a key at night 'Cause Nas said a G at night wasn't good enough And he was right (Talk to 'em) They mad I'm rich, the same niggas that wouldn't see my plight The next plan, I'm ridin' to the game with KD tonight, yeah Machine bitch, every beatI body My nigga on his way home, he just beat a body Every time I leave the house, I got the steamer boy me (I got it on me) My jacket a one of none, you never seen it probably (Woo) I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man Rifle possession and felony assault (You good nigga) Whippin' up at Unc house, he keep the resi' off the fork (Keep that) I'm Kyrie hitting niggas with the hezy on the court, look (Woo) I reached the point niggas never would've thought 'Cause every time I drop somethin' I don't never get support FN Mag shot, severin' your corpse You never could extort me My heart cold as February 4th (Talk to 'em) They hate to see me win, I'm not surprised Nigga, I'm fuckin the bitches them bum bitches you fucks idolize I'm in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin' lobster fries Vee & Shooter with me, I got mobster ties Machine I grew up at the dark side, apartheid Where goin' against the grain'll get you kidnapped and hogtied X the illest nigga, realest nigga Never been scared, I'm a fearless nigga Got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders Cats that play in the street get ran over I'ma make you hand over everything you got I'm not the average motherfucker Do damage 'cause I'm a savage Sometimes I can't manage all the shit in my attic I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead It's just life, I was bred to shed blood For all my niggas that know me "Fuck you, nigga, What" Built for war, raw, this .44 will hit you through the door You exist no more I done punk'd more niggas than Ashton Kutcher It's Westside, Conway, X, Benny the Butcher, nigga Get like you lay, nigga Get how you fuckin' lay, nigga You know what the fuck it is You know what the fuck it is, nigga I ain't fifty years old for nothing, aight I'm not fifty years old for nothing (We active, nigga, we active) Wish a nigga would And I wish a nigga would