My Hood

Grab your drink

Or pour a cup

End of the night

I’m always poor and fucked up

Before we hit the club

I got to smoke it up

And now I’m flying like a locust

But shit, they ain’t even noticed

I’m repping that super high,

Ride or die kind of time

Add this to your playlist

I’ma say this

Insane ones

The sanest

Oh you hate this?

Yeah tell your friends

Publicity

Listen bee

I’m saying fuck the trinity

I’m blessed

Without thee

But this what I’m about see

They lied to us

They lied to us

Tell em what they should

If they could just

Listen to the mission

If I listened for a minute

I could probably go and win it

Always come and ask

Why you keep on sinning

Cause I have a blast bee

You’ve already smoked enough

One more bowl of tree and stuff

One more hit, like toke it

Puff and pass

Then get up off your ass

And get doing that

Grinding

Grinding

Grinding

Signing all this shit

So take my money like a bitch

Bewitching

I wonder if they snitching

I can’t have no rats

So when someone fuck around

Will’s out with the bat

Consider this

My turn at bat

I’m not that bad

Get getting at

Get getting at

Getting at

We just got substance abuse

That’s a loose term to use

Any sin

You’d think to choose

Still grinding next day

Slap the snooze

I guess

They call this shit addiction

I got my description

Ain’t like a prescription

Neither an affliction

I just like to live it

Cause

You heard I'm always stressed

That

Or out to get messed

Vaping

To be not depressed

Get this shit off my chest

Waiting ‘til the next sesh

Get a little back scratch

Always got to have cash

Play a little super smash

Cause sober time is over,

And it’s getting colder

Fuck the weather

I’m a stoner

Take a second

Think it over

For shrooms soon

Get loonier

Than the Looney Toons

I know I'm doomed too

I’m a slave to the substance

Slaves for nothing

Ain’t nothing new

But, it's my inspiration

And my lungs need some inhalation

Got to get some ventilation

Wait, maybe smoke is oxygen

In disguise

Maybe it ain't so bad

Open up your eyes,

Like surprise,

Now you thinking wise

Had you hypnotized

I’m wondering where the truth lie

But now you know truth right?

Sorry

Always rambling about

Writing all this shit down

Helps me mellow out

Empty all the tasteless doubt

Now it's time shout

All my shoutouts about

Like

To my girls

To my boys

I know it’s pretty general

But you get the point

I'm getting better every rap

Trying harder every clap

Started with scrap

Started from scratch

Sure

I'll rap over trap

Next time we out

Get that Stella on tap

No more this cheap crap

Trying not to cheat that

Can you believe that?

Chiefed that

Kief that

Made the beat fat

Smoke a reef yeah

Fuck police and

I'd like to think

This is a pretty dope tape

Let me know what y'all think

No hate, but

Like Bino

I’m a long way from bro rate

So vaped

And

Pa said addictions in the family

But genetics don't command me

You won't understand me

Not until you try and see

Sweeten up that sweet tooth

I'm just trying to kill this shit

Or die a youth

All this ever was

Was a spit of the truth

Yo, it’s nothing new

But who you

A pawn

Palm plucking

Patriot

Tailorship

You own a script

They wrote this shit

Thought it was the holyship

Like holy shit

This shit, yeah

Is kind of bullshit

Keep it real

You dumbed it down

Help the rich

Getting cheques

Cashed the bitch

Be a passive bitch

Getting hassle quick

And hope to get picked

But

I ain't here to bluff

My poker face is still rough

And I’m in for the long run

It was just a dream

I’ve been trying not to wake up

Anti-socialistic

Nah,

Come on

Toke this sick shit

Destress

You so up twisted

Untwist

And drop a hiss fit

Say what you’re trying to spit

Learning what we know

Forgetting what we learned though

Years go by

It’s so so

Losing hoes and bros

Thinking that they know

But they can't ‘til

They’ve done it yo

And my neighbours

UTD

Always repping blow

Slowmo

Oh no

It’s my hood

And you know

Dal, Shwa, the nine

If you didn’t, you will soon though

My Hood

We The 9