The Famous - Hood Poet Lyrics

If you talk shit, you gotta walk with it (Walk wit it)
Bitch don't pull the wrong trigger, you get caught with it (Caught wit it)
I'ma take the stand, I got my cards in hand
You know I never ran out, I'ma f*ckin' air it out
Too much in my head
Too much in my hands
All I see is red
I'm breathin' but I'm dead

Nigga, I pulled out that Benz
I wish you would try it again
Put his lil' ass in retirement
I'm a son of God, but I always sin
How I got black in the tent? (Wait what?)
I don't know, I just rap yea that's it
This shit right here for my dawgs
My day one niggas gon' call
You don't know pain, bitch
I been through the rain, bitch (Dat rain)
Demons callin' my name, yeah, But ain't shit gon' change, damn
I'ma shoot, I'ma aim, In a Rover but this ain't a Range
Seven.62, this shit got range
I aim at your tooth, I shoot at your brain (Brain)

I never once took you for granted, bitch, I had your back (Never)
Remember times outside my yard, outside that cul-de-sac
F*ck everybody, take my shine, bitch, I'ma get it back (I stole)
Bitch, wait yo turn and get in line, these bitches on my sack
I keep tellin' you time and time again, these bitches don't understand
Nigga it's that time again, wake up and get some bands
I ain't f*ckin' with a broke, I ain't f*ckin' with them hoes
Wait up, hol' up, where your clothes?
I ain't trippin, suck it slow
Oh, Why they always tryna do the most? (Do the most)
I'm just tryna reach all my goals (All my goals yea)
Even if I'm at my f*ckin' lowest (What)
I'm the voice to these niggas hood poet (For real)
Niggas say he caught some hats I up the score, bitch
He looked at me, I looked at him like, where your pole went
He shootin' back, he feelin' froggy, yeah, he croaking
I know niggas who done really got extorted
Pull up V-10, yeah, my engine roaring
It's open season, yeah, I'm world touring
She drink my semen, wanna sip some more of it
I think that he dead, next trip to the morgue, bitch (The morgue)