Voices Of The Hood

Chorus

I don't really give a fuck what you got in your pockets
I got niggas with potential
Who stuck in the projects
Tunnel vision, telling visions
Call me a prophet
I write what's in my heart

Prelude

Hate it or love it
Hate it or love it

Verse 1

I'd rather be an outkast
I don't wanna fit in
Honestly , the studio the only place I belong
Execution time now
I been waiting too long
Catch a vibe
Negative energy better be gone
Intellectual don
Tell my haters we on another level
I'm on a battle with the devil
My mind is a weapon
Slow death upon Mcs like a venom
420 mass murderers 9/11
AMA lyrical beast that's a fact
Let the critics criticize my pockets getting fat
I get what I give and I give what I get
Dead bodies on the ground when it goes ratatat!
I mean who want smoke show yourself
I wouldn't wanna try
I stick on point like the ears of an Elf
My rhymes hit harder than moms African

Chorus

I don't really give a fuck what you got in your pockets
I got niggas with potential who stuck in the projects
Tunnel vision, telling visions
Call me a prophet

Outro

I write what's in my heart, hate it or love
I write what's in my heart, hate it or love
I write what's in my heart, hate it or love