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Hood Blues
(专辑: Exodus - 2021)
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 doing 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 doing 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 coming, 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 Shooting before the
shot clock, Griselda got the
top spot (Oh) Locked down like a
pawn shop, nigga (Yeah) I'm thinking, "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 beefing 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, praying with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands) I
did dirt and scam I'm asking God "Do I
deserve these bands?" (Do I
deserve these bands?) And we from murder land, eastside shit Jeans purple brand, riding in the
GLE, the
turtle van (Talk to 'em) Ah, you throwing shots you better be precise (Ah-huh) If I
only squeeze it twice, that's me being 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 riding to the
game with KD tonight, yeah Machine bitch, every beat I
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) Whipping 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 something I
don't never get support FN Mag shot, severing 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 eating lobster fries Vee & Shooter with me, I
got mobster ties Machine I
grew up at the
dark side, apartheid Where going 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 fucking 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
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