Lyrics:
my hood
Rolla 1st to flat show, nigga that's my hood
That's my hood, nigga, that's my hood
I can't forget Counter Road, that's my hood
That's my
Well, I won two dollars on a scratch off ticket,
So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it
And I won ten bucks and that was just
Play wit us eat through a tube
Yeah your partner hate to see you prosper that shit really true
They be like Guala, why them niggas never play wit you
survival in this world that is brutal. (Imm)
I got lied to that suffering is directly proportional to the gain that I get
And my sweat and tears is my
Well, I won two dollars on a scratch off ticket
So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it
And I won ten bucks and that was just
president black?
How does your government?
What kind of structures you lack?
What kind of policy's that?
The tubes that intertwine
Deliver food from bigger
with
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
Guess I must've just blacked out again, not again
It's 3 AM in the mornin'
Put my key
the sides and rolled up the tube
And tried to get the last drop out
I'm always leaving in the middle
It's easier to think it probably never would've worked
are Balacananas
Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp
(With a new opp) she ain't like her body
Sent her to Miami to the tube shop (Mwah)
I'll show up
folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts
So I was raised on Dust Bowl tunes, you see
Had a six-tube radio an' no TV
It was so dog-goned hot I had
understand?
I can reload wit a full pack call COMSAT
Tell them you need suppressive fire for troops in the back stat
Insurgence and counter-insurgence move
the counter coaster
I'ma hit it quick and then Ima take her toaster
Before I was rapping, these artists ain't know me
I beat a kids ass, I'm a training Shinobi
dividing drops and dreams
Actors and acrobats dance and leap to find that
Exposition and end are all synonymous
Plastic tubes mirroring a glass sky
Bodies
a counter while I hiss
This snake is heaven bound I guess
Speaking in tongues not demonish
Man I gotta stop thinking ludicrous
I know y'all thinking, "who is
the boogers I need two mops
I finesse ya baby mama out here tube top
Don't pass it to me if you ain't smoking moon rocks
Aye
I can't see no competition
I shoot
Money in my tube sock
That's for the re-up
Dame boppin
In my Timbos thats for Aliyah (uh)
I pray I fly and never crash, that was my first love
tempestuous,
My power's activated, have to make it, funky
Del deep, scuba diver wet suit who survived to get loose
Brewin' in the test tubes to the rescue,
You go left, go right
You get logo high
You’re diseased
Throw a counter right
In between us like
I’m intrigued
Well I’m a hyphenated American
Sucker
to devour,
If I'm not pushing forth then I'll waste away, time to go scour
Drawing my blade while I'm devout in pursuit,
I go cracking the top of the tube
through
Remember swappin' tennis shoes we put work in a inner tube
Yea my lingo crazy dawg I remember I used to jack
Reminiscin' breakin' down exotic
sipping I'm overdosing
On over the counter drugs that got me flowing like the ocean
Creating my own slogans
I'm feeling golden yet soft spoken, their was
no sudden moves for cow herds (cowards)
They counter (count her) weight (wait) and tie (anti) gravity in with a suction tube on outskirts
Even
Stashing the gas in the back of the bathroom
Clerk at the counter he don’t want no issues
Hand me the money wrapped up in a tissue (whoo)
Bless you
You were
of fact)
That in the wild there are less flamingos
Than there are plastic ones on lawns
(It's a matter of fact)
The man who invented the tube for Pringles
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