Hood Blues (feat. Westside Gunn, Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

Aye yo I'm in the hood 80k house million dollar neck Shot off 200 rounds niggas no regret Coke be the best talk no steps Head shot took off soleless More jella kicks more jella sweats I'm on to ya'll purpose me droppin' fresh Shooter lean though he got a new body The Tesla X need a new body 50k got my bitch a new body Ya'll internet niggas ya'll punani The ace of spades sipper the yay dealer The pray 5 times a day get on the waves nigga Baddest bitch you ever seen doing my braids nigga Tech echo like it got delays nigga Shit ain't shit get out the way nigga New yeezy's only me a Ye with 'em Pay attention for the baby come back and leave seven Canteen to the Rec yard i got the weapon Butcher coming nigga You know how i rock six figures on za za Come and spend at my shop I'll turn your hood into a hot spot Every game i feel like I'm Dame without a stopwatch Shootin' before the shot clock Griselda got the top spot locked down like a pawn shop nigga I'm thinkin' why not 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 i got don't connect to the wifi Uh huh this new foreign shit with the wood on the doors Got me beefin' with some niggas i coulda put on They make up lies and put em in songs I pull up to lots cop and down the block hear me pull in the yard Yeah prayin' with my dirty hands I did dirt and scams I'm asking God do i deserve these bands And we from murder land Eastside shit jeans purple brand Ridin' in the GLE the turtle van Look you throwin' shots you better be precise If i only squeeze it twice that's me being polite We was in the trenches nigga four chicken wings and rice The shooter 14 can read or write but he gonna squeeze his pipe We tryna sell a key a night Cause Nas said a Gee a night wasn't good enough and he was right They mad I'm rich same niggas that wouldn't see my plight The Nets 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 by me My jacket a one of none you never seen it probably I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man Weapon possession and felony assault Whippin up at aunt house he keep the ressy off the fork He Kyrie hittin niggas with the hessy on the court Look I reached the point niggas never woulda thought Cause every time i drop something i don't never get support FM Mack shot several in your porch Never could extort me my heart as cold as February 4th They hate to see me win I'm not surprised Nigga I'm fucking the bitches them bum bitches you fuck idolize I'm in Harlem at LightHouse eating lobster fries Vee and Shooter with me I got mobster ties Machine bitch I grew up on the dark side, apartheid Where going against the grain will get you kidnapped and hog tied X 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 streets get ran over Ima make you hand over everything you got I'm not your average i do damage because ima savage Sometimes i can't manage all the shit in my head I was promised the world but got the dirt instead It's just like i was bred to shed blood It's always gonna be fuck you nigga what Built for war raw This 4-4 will hit you through the door You exist no more I done punked more niggas than Ashton Kutcher It's Westside, Conway, X and Benny the Butcher Nigga