HOOD HIBACHI

[Intro]
(ZiggyMadeIt)

[Verse]
It's 4 in the morning, nigga up workin'
Hit for hit on the tape, I did that shit on purpose
Too much clown shit goin' on, they need to join the circus
They keep askin' for deluxe, "Will Mir drop in a hurry?"
When you can't be fucked with, you ain't got no worries
Nigga go against this shit, he know he gon' get buried
On the road with the load, hell nah, ain't nervous
I'm just twenty-three, just wait 'til a nigga touch thirty
They be tellin' me to pop it, I'm the type, I like to chill
I'll meet a bad bitch, but she ain't comin' to my crib
I'ma stay down for real 'til a nigga touch some Ms
Young nigga ball hard, I should've played on Above the Rim
They know that I'm the one, go and check my background
They keep tellin' me I'm raw, if they play, it's smackdown
Nigga, I jumped right on that road as soon as I got my cap and gown
I locked in with unc', I'm 'way in the country, gettin' off some pounds
I'm on Live right now, thumbin' through 7K
Unc' just called the other day, say he fresh off a play
In the hood every day, I'm more comfortable with Js
Nigga, me and my pop-pop sold dope, so my granny wasn't amazed
She just told me, "Be safe when you in these streets"
"Where you at?" They know I'm posted, thuggin', chillin' in the East
Know I'm known to walk a beat, I'm outside, I got that heat
Nigga, I'm known to mack a bitch, but I could never trust a freak
That's one of the rules where I come from
Nigga, I knew I was a P, I'm Bruce Wayne son
2700 block, that's where I come from
I got love for my niggas, I can't change on 'em
They keep tellin' me keep goin', that I never miss
I make music for the streets, I'll never write a diss
In the 'bnb right now, I got that dog shit
Big boy, TRX, I pull up and I hog shit
Hoggin' both lanes, I got on two chains
Give me six months, guarantee the world know my name
I'm just in it for the paper, I don't want no fame
Probably go pearly whites, so fuck Johnny Dang
And that's not a diss
Ain't gon' lie I'm finna kill 'em with this new kick
New whip, new house, probably a new bitch
Fuck all that old shit, I'm on some new shit
Nah, for real, for real
Label called 'bout 20K, got that in my pocket
Gotta come with some more, tell them hoes to stop it
If you see me at the trap, I'm pickin' up some profit
Two in the morning, got my jewelry on at Hood Hibachi