where ya hood at? where yo brothers? where yo goons at? where you stay at? they lookin for ya who’d you shoot at? dont need to do that let off 5 shots at the hatchback but only hit 2 believe me there gon be a comeback where ya hood at? where yo cousins? where yo bitch at? im talkin no cap yankee dodger with a steel bat midwestern sluggers n others claiming that they do rap mothers and brothers on tv tryna get they son back [chord change] chord change slowbrains dab pens to maintain wax game twin flames no i never sell the cane the rocks is thc the sauce is terpene you’ll never see the fuckin amounts that i seen i been in the game ten years and never saw a come up just bodies in bags, full prisons, when they gon give up? just let us pay tax and stay the fuck up out my businuss just let us relax and send me flowers for the deestruct-ion the pain you caused pollution in your jaws dispute the fuckin law refute the fuckin gall of the motherfuckers balls to say we shouldnt ball to say im not at all a G who seen it all where ya hood at? where ya posse? where ya dudes at? im lookin right past your eyes and right back to brainstem i’ll snap it right here, uh oh im not tryna be EM with that “hi kids, do you like violence?” well motherfucker i wish you’d try then cuz lately i been a lil too hot & trottin’ and i’d really be happy to make you die in some psycho movie way that jared leto would act in i let her back in my parkin spot i dont give a fuck if it raw or not i just wanna get while the gettin’s hot i just wanna hit all them secret spots