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

Come on

What?

Ay yo

Ay yo, I'm in the hood, 80k house, million dollar neck

Shot off two-hundred rounds, ****, no regret (Yeah)

My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh huh, ah)

Headshot, took off his whole left

Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats (Ooh)

I'm on the yard doin' burpees, me, Drop and Fresh (What? Ah)

My shooter lean low, he got a new body (Uh, uh)

I pray to Tesla X, need a new body (Skrrt)

50k, got my bitch a new body (Ah)

You internet ****, ya'll punani

The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer

Pray five times a day, get on the waves, ****

Baddest bitch you ever seen doin' my braids, ****

The Tec echo like it got delays, ****

Your shit ain't shit, get out the way, ****

New Yeezy's, only me and Ye with 'em (Yeah, ah)

Pay attention, four on the baby, come back then leave seven (Uh, 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, I'll turn your hood to a hot spot (Uh)

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, ****, I'm thinkin', "Why not?" (Yeah, yeah)

I gave my life to the game, but what do I got?

Father these ****, how? I don't even know my pops

This flip phone that I got don't connect to the wifi (What?)

Uh huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door (Uh)

Got me beefin' with some **** I could've put on (That's fucked up)

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

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

Yeah, prayin' with my dirty hands (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 shit, 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 being polite (Okay, facts)

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

The shooter fourteen, can't read or write but he gon' squeeze his pipe (Yeah, what? Uh huh)

We was tryna sell a key a night

'Cause Nas said a G a night wasn't good enough and he was right (Come on, talk to 'em)

They mad I'm rich, same **** that wouldn't see my plight (Spit that shit)

The Nets playin', I'm ridin' to the game with KD tonight (What up, my ****?)

Yeah, Machine, bitch, 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)

My jacket a one of none, you never seen it probably (Ha)

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

Weapon possession and felony assault (What? You good, ****)

Whippin' up at Unc house, he keep the resi' off the fork (Keep that)

I'm Kyrie, hittin' **** with the hezy on the court

Look, I reached the point **** never would've thought

'Cause every time I drop somethin', I don't never get support, fuck 'em (Ah)

FN MAC shots severin' 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

****, I'm fuckin' the bitches them bum bitches you fuck idolize

I'm in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin' lobster fries

Vee and Shooter with me, I got mobster ties (Uh huh)

Machine, bitch (What?)

I grew up with the dark side, apartheid

Where goin' against the grain'll get you kidnapped and hogtied (What?)

X illest ****, realest ****

Never been scared, I'm a fearless **** (Come on, woo)

I got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders

Cats that play in the street get ranned over

I'ma make you hand over everything you got

I'm not the average motherfucker, do damage 'cause I'ma savage (What?)

Sometimes I can't manage all the shit in my head (Oh, man)

I was promised the world, but I got the dirt instead

Turn the light, I was bred to shed blood (Uh, uh, uh)

It's always gonna be fuck you, ****, what?

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

You exist no more

I done punked more **** than Ashton Kutcher

It's Westside, Conway, X, Benny the Butcher, ****

Get it like you live, ****

Get it how you fuckin' live, **** (You know what the fuck it is)

You know what the fuck it is, ****

I ain't fifty years old for nothin'

I'm not fifty years old for nothin'

We active, ****, we active, we active

Fuck outta here, pussy ass ****

I'm from a small town called wish a **** would

And I wish a **** would

Fuck outta here