hood life

my chains round my neck glisten like the blades

of the chainsaw piercin your neck

im spittin sick shit like ya rear end shits shit shit

click click click lick lick lick

 

got my ak 47 and a paid bitch

my pays rich my games flicked you gays sit

 

ill smoke a pound of weed growin in my house on trees

worth a fuckin million g’s

jeez g jesus be with ya you need him coz im oven

baked hot fire believe me

my lighters my ener-gy im higher than ener-gy

drinks mixed with coedine sniffin cocaine off gold rings

on my finger tips

gold rings gold bling cold drinks roll spliffs blood cold gangs

put my ak 47 to your head your be dead like bang bang

i dont rep that fake ass rich gang i rep the gang

where we are insane in the membrane

ill jump out my airplane and stab you with my switchblade

we ill become bloodstained inmates