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

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

Shot off 200 rounds niggas no regret

Coke be the best talk no steps

Head shot took off soleless

More jella kicks more jella sweats

I'm on to ya'll purpose me droppin' fresh

Shooter lean though he got a new body

The Tesla X need a new body

50k got my bitch a new body

Ya'll internet niggas ya'll punani

The ace of spades sipper the yay dealer

The pray 5 times a day get on the waves nigga

Baddest bitch you ever seen doing my braids nigga

Tech echo like it got delays nigga

Shit ain't shit get out the way nigga

New yeezy's only me a Ye with 'em

Pay attention for the baby come back and leave seven

Canteen to the Rec yard i got the weapon

Butcher coming nigga

You know how i rock six figures on za za

Come and spend at my shop

I'll turn your hood into a hot spot

Every game i feel like I'm Dame without a stopwatch

Shootin' before the shot clock

Griselda got the top spot locked down like a pawn shop nigga

I'm thinkin' why not

I gave my life to the game but what do i got

Father these niggas how i don't even know my pops

This flip phone i got don't connect to the wifi

Uh huh this new foreign shit with the wood on the doors

Got me beefin' with some niggas i coulda put on

They make up lies and put em in songs

I pull up to lots cop and down the block hear me pull in the yard

Yeah prayin' with my dirty hands

I did dirt and scams

I'm asking God do i deserve these bands

And we from murder land

Eastside shit jeans purple brand

Ridin' in the GLE the turtle van

Look you throwin' shots you better be precise

If i only squeeze it twice that's me being polite

We was in the trenches nigga four chicken wings and rice

The shooter 14 can read or write but he gonna squeeze his pipe

We tryna sell a key a night

Cause Nas said a Gee a night wasn't good enough and he was right

They mad I'm rich same niggas that wouldn't see my plight

The Nets plan I'm riding to the game with KD tonight

Yeah Machine bitch every beat i body

My nigga on his way home he just beat a body

Every time i leave the house i got the steamer by me

My jacket a one of none you never seen it probably

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

Weapon possession and felony assault

Whippin up at aunt house he keep the ressy off the fork

He Kyrie hittin niggas with the hessy on the court

Look I reached the point niggas never woulda thought

Cause every time i drop something i don't never get support

FM Mack shot several in your porch

Never could extort me my heart as cold as February 4th

They hate to see me win I'm not surprised

Nigga I'm fucking the bitches them bum bitches you fuck idolize

I'm in Harlem at LightHouse eating lobster fries

Vee and Shooter with me I got mobster ties

Machine bitch

I grew up on the dark side, apartheid

Where going against the grain will get you kidnapped and hog tied

X illest nigga realest nigga

Never been scared I'm a fearless nigga

Got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders

Cats that play in the streets get ran over

Ima make you hand over everything you got

I'm not your average i do damage because ima savage

Sometimes i can't manage all the shit in my head

I was promised the world but got the dirt instead

It's just like i was bred to shed blood

It's always gonna be fuck you nigga what

Built for war raw

This 4-4 will hit you through the door

You exist no more

I done punked more niggas than Ashton Kutcher

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

Nigga