The Hood

[Hook: MasterJ]

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this shit too slow
Rewind then upload
Sorry for tha bitches Sorry for the hoe's
(x2)

[Verse 1: MasterJ]

Sorry For The Wait
I been gettin Cake
20k a Day
Forgie Rims I skate

After crawlin out of the bucket
Got me thinkin bout some thangs-
I Took the mind of a hustler
And now I got gold rangs

And my name on a bently
I say that's a blessing
Other say I'm too wealthy
So I whip the 2018 Chevy

Nah I'm filthy richer Nigga
Still I'll pull up on you
Like come up off that ish Nigga
Was never a bitch Nigga

Punch a hole
Wit fist quick as
Than a bullet

He might just pull it
And leave you laid out
When he just wanted
To find his way out

So he popped off at the mouth
And laid some knowledge
And he spits a Hot 16 at 13
Don't think he goin to college

I been through plenty
But Now I'm laxin with my team

Never popped a gun
But if they come
I'll do
What I got to G

Ain't really cooking yayo
And too tough to cook up beef
Rather grab a bitch
From under the sauna
Or on the beach

I stay in the heat
When they poppin partner
Click the tech
Cock back
Gain respect
Sprayed no raid
Still illin pest

Wake up and sniff cause in the hood
All you can smell is yayo and cleath
Still you Nigga's tryin ta settle for less

[Hook: MasterJ]

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this ish too slow
Rewind than upload
Sorry for tha bitches Sorry for the hoe's

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this ish too slow
Bust a hole clip and reload
Sorry for tha Glitches Sorry for the hoe's

[Verse 2: MasterJ]

I stay rockin
Clean shoes
Do opposite
What a fiend do

I been tryin to make bands
All just with a pencil

What's in the pot, lenthils
No menthol
My homies got the goods
I'm just passin out utensils

I was on the court
All my life
More like the corner
In November

Heat under leather
Sweat
In snow
That was some strange weather

But I was movin
Ish poppin
Wrist heavy
That's the Glock hand

Seen least a k a day
And did it all
Just from the block fam

12 on the tele
Snitch was talking
Didn't know how hard that rock hits
Till I got 20 for just what's in my pockets

Yeah I'm talking bout hail
But it's hell if we don't prevail
Get some wind under your sails
But don't go floatin off to jail

Trapped for a couple months and bailed
Cause the cell wasn't for me
Been trapped for too long
Not to be free

I hit the studi
Dropped the beat
Words painted pictures
You could see

Ancient Egypt
Was the Flow
Cause Stackin bricks
Was my scheme

[Hook: MasterJ]

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this ish too slow
Rewind than upload
Sorry for tha bitches Sorry for the hoe's

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this ish too slow
Stackin all Day Just to make it snow
Sorry for tha bitches Sorry for the hoe's

[Bridge: MasterJ]

If I didn't have a bitch man
I'd be a fuckin rich man
Stalking cap pimp llamb
Slicker then a dip stick
Fam

Y'all do crazy shit and get canned
I do for the gram
Call me
Mr.pepsi yola
Or frito yay with the pan

[Hook: MasterJ]

I been tryin out a couple new flows
I been drankin on this shit too slow
Rewind than upload
Sorry for tha bitches Sorry for the hoe's
(x2)

[Outro: MasterJ]

Give me an o of the sticky
Or get four for bout 50
Leave you smoked out like a chimney
I don't smoke but Green wit me

I'm too bright for that shit
And yo blimp may never dim me
But if you fuck with OG
Then hit up my boi Remmey

Yes he carries a semi
So step right
You didn't figure
That we got ammo left
For Real Nigga's

We'll burn yo black ass
Leavin hot grass
In the field Nigga

Hands on the wheels for real
But homies grip that steal Nigga