Hood Olympics
I was on the run
Had to hit a couple lics to run up my funds
All black with the mask looking like a nun
Hit the plug for 12 pounds yea and a couple guns
Heard he was a killer boy ain't talking bout none
State to state with the shit boy Ima road runner
Way I be kicking shit boy I could've been a punter
If its money on yo head boy we some bounty hunters
222's eat his ass up Benihana's
I'm playing god with that glizzy ain't no mystery
I'm the man in my city got some blood Partners
Yea they booling in the bity but I'm fucking with the mob
Yeah we mobbing through the city mobbing through the city
Got some young ns with me K came with a scoop stock
And some Titties
If a na test me yea his ass gone be history
Kel got them bodies this shit is no mystery
These wrist ain't made for cuffs but it's like it's no saving us
(Saving us) where I come from we trained to bust free my cousin
They got em locked in them cuffs where I'm from 100 thousand
Ain't enough been seen 100 thousand in a duffel remember
When little bro got killed in that scuffle it was like all the screams
Was muffled everyday in the hood it's like a shuffle gotta play the cards
You was dealt y'all ns gone fold under pressure like ice na
You gone melt
I feel like gates all of these bodies up under my belt Ar with the nuts
Same size as a elk and u know this stick hot yeah hot as a kettle
And I been in these streets bitch I need a Medal yea I need a medal
Yea I need a medal yea
Had to hit a couple lics to run up my funds
All black with the mask looking like a nun
Hit the plug for 12 pounds yea and a couple guns
Heard he was a killer boy ain't talking bout none
State to state with the shit boy Ima road runner
Way I be kicking shit boy I could've been a punter
If its money on yo head boy we some bounty hunters
222's eat his ass up Benihana's
I'm playing god with that glizzy ain't no mystery
I'm the man in my city got some blood Partners
Yea they booling in the bity but I'm fucking with the mob
Yeah we mobbing through the city mobbing through the city
Got some young ns with me K came with a scoop stock
And some Titties
If a na test me yea his ass gone be history
Kel got them bodies this shit is no mystery
These wrist ain't made for cuffs but it's like it's no saving us
(Saving us) where I come from we trained to bust free my cousin
They got em locked in them cuffs where I'm from 100 thousand
Ain't enough been seen 100 thousand in a duffel remember
When little bro got killed in that scuffle it was like all the screams
Was muffled everyday in the hood it's like a shuffle gotta play the cards
You was dealt y'all ns gone fold under pressure like ice na
You gone melt
I feel like gates all of these bodies up under my belt Ar with the nuts
Same size as a elk and u know this stick hot yeah hot as a kettle
And I been in these streets bitch I need a Medal yea I need a medal
Yea I need a medal yea
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey
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