Hood Poet Lyrics

If you talk shit, you gotta walk with it (Walk wit it)

Bitch don't pull the wrong trigger, you get caught with it (Caught wit it)

I'ma take the stand, I got my cards in hand

You know I never ran out, I'ma fuckin' air it out

Too much in my head

Too much in my hands

All I see is red

I'm breathin' but I'm dead

Nigga, I pulled out that Benz

I wish you would try it again

Put his lil' ass in retirement

I'm a son of God, but I always sin

How I got black in the tent? (Wait what?)

I don't know, I just rap yea that's it

This shit right here for my dawgs

My day one niggas gon' call

You don't know pain, bitch

I been through the rain, bitch (Dat rain)

Demons callin' my name, yeah, But ain't shit gon' change, damn

I'ma shoot, I'ma aim, In a Rover but this ain't a Range

Seven.62, this shit got range

I aim at your tooth, I shoot at your brain (Brain)

I never once took you for granted, bitch, I had your back (Never)

Remember times outside my yard, outside that cul-de-sac

Fuck everybody, take my shine, bitch, I'ma get it back (I stole)

Bitch, wait yo turn and get in line, these bitches on my sack

I keep tellin' you time and time again, these bitches don't understand

Nigga it's that time again, wake up and get some bands

I ain't fuckin' with a broke, I ain't fuckin' with them hoes

Wait up, hol' up, where your clothes?

I ain't trippin, suck it slow

Oh, Why they always tryna do the most? (Do the most)

I'm just tryna reach all my goals (All my goals yea)

Even if I'm at my fuckin' lowest (What)

I'm the voice to these niggas hood poet (For real)

Niggas say he caught some hats I up the score, bitch

He looked at me, I looked at him like, where your pole went

He shootin' back, he feelin' froggy, yeah, he croaking

I know niggas who done really got extorted

Pull up V-10, yeah, my engine roaring

It's open season, yeah, I'm world touring

She drink my semen, wanna sip some more of it

I think that he dead, next trip to the morgue, bitch (The morgue)