Hood Blues - Instrumental

Err come on

Brr

What what

Brr

Ayo ayo (err)

I'm in the hood (ah) eighty k house million dollar neck (uh huh ah)

Shot off two hundred rounds ** know where we at (brr brr yeah)

My ** 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 (ah)

My shooter layin' low he got a new body (boo boo boo boom uh uh uh uh)

I spray the tesla x you need a new body (skrrt)

Fifty k got my ** a new body (ah)

You internet ** y'all punani (err ah)

The ace of spades sipper yay dealer

Pray five times a day get on the wave ** (ayy ayy ah)

Baddest ** you ever seen doin' my braids ** (err)

The tech echo like it got delays ** (damn)

Your ** ain't ** get out the way ** (uh huh)

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' ** (yo uh come on)

You know how i rock six figures off zaza (uh huh)

Come and spend at my shop (uh huh) i turn your hood to a hotspot (uh huh)

Every game i feel like i'm dame without a stopwatch (uh huh)

Shootin' before the shot clock griselda got the top spot (oh)

Locked down like a pawn shop ** (yeah) i'm thinkin' why not (Uh huh)

I gave my life to the game but what do i got

Father these ** how i don't even know my pops (ayy ayy ayy)

This flip phone that i got don't connect to the wi fi

Uh huh this new foreign ** with the wood on the door (err)

Got me beefin' with some ** i could've put on (err that's ** up)

They make up lies and put 'em in songs (they do yeah)

I pull up to lots cop and down the block hear me pull in the yard (skrrt)

Yeah prayin' with my dirty hands (with my dirty hands)

I did dirt and scammed i'm askin' god do i deserve these bands (Do I deserve these bands)

And we from murder land eastside **

Jeans purple brand ridin' in the gle the turtle van (talk to 'em ah)

Look you throwin' shots you better be precise (uh huh)

If i only squeeze it twice that's me bein' polite (okay facts)

We was in the trenches ** four chicken wings and rice (yeah)

The shooter fourteen (yeah) can't read or write but he gon' squeeze his pipe (what)

We was tryna sell a key a 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 ** that wouldn't see my plight (spit that **)

The nets playin' i'm ridin' to the game with kd tonight (what up ** Err)

Yeah machine ** every beat i body (ah)

My ** on his way home he just beat a body (beat a body)

Every time i leave the house i got the steamer by me (I got it on me uh uh uh)

My jacket a one of none you never seen it probably (woo hah)

I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man

Weapon possession and felony assault (you good ** What)

Whippin' up at unc' house he keep the resi' off the fork (keep that)

I'm kyrie hittin' ** with the hesi' on the court look (woo)

I reached the point ** never would've thought (ah)

'cause every time i drop somethin' i don't never get support ** 'em

Fn mac shots severin' your corpse

You never could extort me my heart cold as february 4th (what Talk to 'em)

They hate to see me win i'm not surprised

** i'm fuckin the ** them bum ** you ** idolize (hahahaha)

I'm in harlem at lighthouse eatin' lobster fries (err)

Vee and shooter with me i got mobster ties (uh huh)

Machine ** (what)

I grew up at the dark side apartheid

Where goin' against the grain'll get you kidnapped and hogtied (uh what)

X the illest ** realest **

Never been scared (uh) i'm a fearless ** (come on)

I got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders (**)

Cats that play in the street (man) get ran over (err)

I'ma make you hand over everything you got

I'm not the average (**)

Do damage 'cause i'm a savage

Sometimes i can't manage all the ** in my head

I was promised the world but i got the dirt instead (hey)

Turn the light i was bred to shed blood (uh uh uh)

It's always gonna be ** you ** what (What)

Built for war raw this 44 will hit you through the door

You exist no more (c'mon get it c'mon)

I done punk'd more ** than ashton kutcher (c'mon c'mon)

It's westside conway x benny the butcher **

Get it like you live **

Get it how you fuckin' live **

You know what the ** it is (err)

You know what the ** it is **

I ain't fifty years old for nothing aight

I'm not fifty years old for nothing (we active ** we active we active)

Wish a ** would

And i wish a ** would