Hood Story

I be trippin' bout my cripin , a young activist certified

Nigga clutchin' my weapons, times I ain't come home

Really got my momma fuckin' stressin' Police ask me questions, then on mommas I ain't did no tellin

You a hoe, police ask you questions, and, you fuckin' fold, you ain't real Grimmy loc, you ain't trippin with no pole

Know a couple niggas real hard body and they told, I give a fuck about no bodies, I seen shooters get smoked

Ain't the life you wanna live, little kids get hit

Really actin' hella gangsta on the net, got em' stretched

And free my brothers out that can and really go on makin' mess

These niggas always sneak dicks, but not in person, tell em' to smoke some

Don't show no poles, but if I show this, I'ma blow some

Take me on a trip to the opposite, I'm gon' score some