walkin' thru my hood

walkin' thru my hood

i see killas

yellow tape

i see dead bodies

kitchen full of zombies and junkies. stripper bitches

countin' my money. i'm drinkin' lean and smokin' weed

my killers toting ak's

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walkin' thru the hood

i saw yo mama. suckin' dick and beggin' for money. two years ago yo mama was a worker

but at this present time yo mama's a junkie. she meet and smoke this

i'm kind of nervous

my trap hot it's to junkie

i promise

my daughter not gone work for nothing. got my mama worried i got glocks and them dumpin'

and i can't wait for my little brother to free the slammer

he a

driller

killer

arm and hammer

detective says

somebody made a statement

but the way my killers feelin' won't matter

walkin thru my hood

i see murda. yellow tape

body bags chalkin'

he was never listen what he talkin'

he was just another dead man walkin'

yesterday i prayed over your coffin

i was hesitant

cause we don't do this often

no witness's

can't leave nobody talkin'

after i drop a body

then it's back to ballin'

my new bitch just told me i'm a lunatic

droppin' bodies like i shit is ludicrous

my new bitch just told me i was loco

like el chapo in miami

i'm with othro.