Hood Politics

I jumped off the porch
Kickin doors tired bein broke
Tried to sell us hope smokin dope just so I can cope
Jack boys out here Robbin but they know I been here before
I tote ah 44 it ain't no hoe u kno dis bitch goin blow
Jumped off the porch hop right in the booth
I'm wit my day ones i ain't gotta recruit
My team tryina ball and they ready to shoot
When we ain't on da court they still ready to shoot
I'm duckin n dogin these fools for da loot
A boss can fall off but he gotta recoup
He gotta produces the cream of the crop
I gotta get we to the top

U gotta keep the heat
Streets cold but it never freeze the beef
I go beast mode anytime they mention me
I let my cash flow mouth closed visa speak
No sponsor girl u know u workin wit ah Monsta
Pimp hand strong n my whip game proper
If u trained to go im tryina add u to the roster
These Niggaz food 40 turn is brain into some pasta
He don't need a doctor he dead he ah gonna
He goin be ah problem they scared of your honor
Thought he was ah gangsta but he was just an imposter
Red dot right to his medulla oblongata
Head shot chop the top I'm feeling like his barber
Bust his egg nog see his mind like noggin
Ok u ah goon wass ah goon to ah goblin
No Batman sidekick goin robbin
Kick stand on da choppa like ah rocket
Quick hands run his pockets get the profit
Tony Romo in da pocket u can't stop it
Runnin back is not an option ima prophet



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Writer(s): Ceno
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