I Am The Hood

[Intro] This is your boy Lil B And Ima speak for the hood I'm not talking about the people But I'm talking as if I am the hood, check me out: [Verse 1] Most of it so real I can't even explain Ima talk for the block the block speakin in pain People walkin on my face, drug dealers in vain Cars drivin on my heart, people spittin on me Every time the earth shake is when you feeling me speak I don't try to talk too much, but the feeling is deep Things I see every day make me crack open Dope dealers sold rock, say the crack open I done watch em grow up claiming West Oakland People building houses on my stomach Not enough structures, so sometimes I vomit Break the house slowly, not stable enough Young thug killed his friend cause he jealous and dumb I done watched him rape girls cause they hand him a gun Blood splatter on my face now my face is numb Yeah, now my face is numb [Verse 2] Police comin by with the tape and cameras Lost too many men to the tape and cameras You would think how many died it would set an example But nobody even cared, just another example Pourin liqour on my legs cause his partner is dead Used to play with the white now it's liquor instead One dude, named Dwight, had a car he drove on me Every time he rolled up see his partners roll on him I could tell that they didn't like that he was driving a Benz Fake friends always hate when you driving to win Dwight picked him up, wanted to give em a ride Let em in the back seat, just so the feeling inside He ain't tryna stunt on him, worked hard for his ride Plus he wanted to show the leather and the heat in the side They ain't understand the grind, they just seen his ride So they shot him in the neck just for being inside They was friends for 10 years but they greedy inside Dwight fell out the car, he was bleedin, he died They tried to switch the plates and the colour of the Benz So they could stunt in front of hoes, show em money that they spent They drove to the East for an even exchange When the cops pulled up, it wasn't even exchanged Pull em out the stolen car with the murderous weapon Said you finnah go to jail with a murderous blessing Every day is something, the weather doesn't help it The heat make em pop off shots like B. Celtics Bossin, every hood, always see the flossin Seen the coke bosses, credit card bosses Being in the hood I done traveled to the Slauson Being on the turf I done seen em kill for colors Watchin baby mothers without baby fathers The kids are my soul, they walking on my fortress Sitting on they porches, looking at surroudings Never coming down, but the sun is coming down And Gunshots wake when the last sun sleeps I ain't never cried last time it was a hailstorm Maybe it's an earthquake, better yet a snowstorm If you get mad, everything that you know umm... Only in the hood, nobody ever watch it No money in it, so it's negative in profit I need construction workers, only my doctors City council gave me a couple more options If I keep cracking they was gonna fix me I speak for the block the rest of it was history Lil Boss [Outro] Yeah, Know what I mean, man? This Lil B for Lil Boss All I could say man is: I feel like I'm the hood man, y'nawmean? It's a scene I feel like I'm the ground, everything in it, you feel me? Just watching so many things, seeing so many things, so many things go down here, man Nawmean? But it's like a picture, man Abstract art or something Ya feel me? Just look at it from the directors point of view There's something I can show you You show us too This is real based Based World Lil B for Lil Boss, rawest rapper alive Twitter.com/LILBTHEBASEDGOD I did this for the hood man, everybody around the hood, everybody that knows what's good I need ya'll to just pay attention to me one time Put ya motha fuckin hands in the air, Lil B is here Lil B for Lil Boss is here I did this for the motherfucking block, my block Man, I did this for the motherfucking block, my block Hoods around the world, this is your hood Same shit goes on in my hood Shit, guns and wood, we got guns and joog, ya feel me? Guns and crack, guns and money, guns and smack, ya feel me? But none of that matters God bless the hood I speak for the block