HoodChronicles

[Intro]
Yo

[Verse 1]
Riding around in the town, in the neighborhood
Somebody got hit for five pounds
Later on, I talked to my little whoadie
He was asking for my little help now (You need some advice, bruh?)
What is it? Bruh, talk to me
He said, "Ayy, bruh, look, check this out"
I'ma be real specific with these words come up out of my mouth
These niggas tasked me to lead
Tried to buy some weed and they ran down on me
But look, I told you about them Mexican individuals that I met last week
They said they can front about five to ten P's
I only want four to five, 'cause ten, I know they'll take my life
I cut in for a nigga, like hold up, nigga, did you know what you did?
You just got fronted by the Mexican niggas? They gon' kill you, nigga
They probably linking with the cartel, bro, you might as well
Cut your head off your Goddamn self
Little nigga, do you know wild and grimy it'll fucking get?
Step one, you went wrong when your ass just got fucking fronted
You honestly only should've did that
If you know somebody who was going to guarantee racks
Second of all, why even ride around with all that damn Marijuana?
That's intent to sell, you got scales and baggage, motherfucker
Look, say homie, you got a gun? Not yet? Damn, you fucking up

[Chorus]
Hood chronicles, what the fuck is up in your head, boy?
You going barnacles (Man, you going stupid dog, you going retarded)
You ain't thinking, man, you wasn't thinking about that?
Hood chronicles, look

[Verse 2]
I got some insight on them niggas that got at you sideways the other day
Listen, it's right by that place on Iron Wood
Make a right, and then it's a safehouse
And I'm guessing that's where they trap at
It's some motherfucking picket fence around that front door
And I'm ready to kick it in if you down to get your get back
The fact is you ain't even got no choice
'Cause the Mexicans going to be on your burner

[Chorus]
Hood chronicles, what the fuck is up in your head, boy?
You going barnacles (Man, you going stupid dog, you going retarded)
You ain't thinking, man, you ain't thinking, bruh
Hood chronicles, you wasn't thinking about that? Huh, hood chronicles
What the fuck is up in your head, boy? You going barnacles

[Verse 3]
Had two guns like I'm Veronica off Resident Evil, man, my style is septic
It's the [?] and now we on the mission
Trying to get these packs that was taken and tooken
Lil Kashin Mane, you ready? Man, I'm always ready
You better strap on your nuts, this war shit is heavy
I kicked down the door, everybody face down the floor
I ain't playing with niggas, man, where is that dope?
Where is that Mary Jane and where is the Marijuana?
Stop playing with me, nigga, shove his ass in the closet
I'm tying niggas up, got three pounds in return
We hitting the door and two pounds was already gone
Now my partner is mad, he finna get in they ass, man, this shit still bad
Them guys on his ass, he got to pay them people
Or he get rolled like a burrito
Cuticle tight as Hell, don't treat this like water polo speedo
Ayy, Kashin, I ain't going to lie, bruh, this one I'm blasting
This the motherfucker, when I was getting robbed, he was just laughing
Hit me across the dome with the motherfucking chrome
Now I'm in this motherfucker face, I got to send him home
Ayy, bruh, we only came in this bitch to pull a .459
We ain't come in this motherfucker to do extra shit if you trying to take a life
Nigga, if you was in my shoes, you would try to do the same thing
Motherfucker, I'm Green Lantern with the green ring

[Chorus]
Hood chronicles, what the fuck is up in your head, boy?
You going barnacles (Man, you going stupid dog, you going retarded)
You ain't thinking, man, you ain't thinking, bruh
Hood chronicles, you wasn't thinking about that? Huh, hood chronicles
What the fuck is up in your head, boy? You going barnacles

[Verse 4]
It's day three, I rise from sleep, I look on the TV and I see and peek
The nigga I was doing the dirt with caught
And I hope it's not my name he thought, hood chronicles
What's wrong with the nigga, he just going barnacles, nigga