“Run The Hood”
(Beat Execs)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
Look, look
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don’t wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts ’bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote gang flags breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, upping it, we spray the place
I’m on the phone with Ten ’bout [?] bitch, dig your brother up
Tell ’em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain’t gon’ fuck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon’ bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don’t promote at all, that’s just my runner up
I know that he talking in them songs and he dumb as fuck
Don’t shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a [?] know we smashing something
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that check and don’t show nothing, I put Dior all on my back
Listen up, we gon’ wet the block, and boy
All that talking out your top, gon’ meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain’t gon’ say nothing else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasing money ’til I’m out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB but can’t capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I’m gon’ change the subject, fuck ’em
Tell them niggas that I love ’em
‘Cause they know I fucking hate ’em
I can’t wait to fucking bust ’em
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don’t wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts ’bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote gang flags breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, upping it, we spray the place
Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, ’cause all them niggas dying
And them niggas that’s behind sticking in the line
Bye, I’m so fucking slime, why you play with my mind
I can’t wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child
[?] money got me bozo
Hundred shots, they stuck inside, and they in a two-door
[?] he a villain, forty million not enough for him
I’ll get your body stretched, you know something
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don’t wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts ’bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote gang flags breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, upping it, we spray the place