Hood Politics Lyrics

I jumped off the porch

Kickin doors tired bein broke

Tried to sell us hope smokin dope just so I can cope

Jack boys out here Robbin but they know I been here before

I tote ah 44 it ain’t no hoe u kno dis bitch goin blow

Jumped off the porch hop right in the booth

I’m wit my day ones i ain’t gotta recruit

My team tryina ball and they ready to shoot

When we ain’t on da court they still ready to shoot

I’m duckin n dogin these fools for da loot

A boss can fall off but he gotta recoup

He gotta produces the cream of the crop

I gotta get we to the top

U gotta keep the heat

Streets cold but it never freeze the beef

I go beast mode anytime they mention me

I let my cash flow mouth closed visa speak

No sponsor girl u know u workin wit ah Monsta

Pimp hand strong n my whip game proper

If u trained to go im tryina add u to the roster

These Niggaz food 40 turn is brain into some pasta

He don’t need a doctor he dead he ah gonna

He goin be ah problem they scared of your honor

Thought he was ah gangsta but he was just an imposter

Red dot right to his medulla oblongata

Head shot chop the top I’m feeling like his barber

Bust his egg nog see his mind like noggin

Ok u ah goon wass ah goon to ah goblin

No Batman sidekick goin robbin

Kick stand on da choppa like ah rocket

Quick hands run his pockets get the profit

Tony Romo in da pocket u can’t stop it

Runnin back is not an option ima prophet