HOOD MUSICAL

[Intro: jev.] Uh (Ooh), uh, uh (Ooh) [Verse 1: jev.] Mr. immigrant, bigger threat than Talibans Type to kill the presidents and stash 'em in my momma purse Poppa was a rollin' stone, I'm Theo with the double four Fire in the booth, I burn the body and the evidence Operation coming for that spot, no Cruella Vil I cancel out the E, you find the D in your momma, bitch Shooting at the stars again, different type of residue Anna Mae I had to have her cake, made it taste too We double up the ammo, shot the sheriff and the deputy Dyslexic bad bitch, she put the "S" right in front of you LONER inc. reign and the inc got some thunder too Cut your head off, only time I bury the hatchet fool Fuck a coin toss, I want the head and the tail Put the 9 to his face, make the nigga say his prayers I'm a monster, aiming at your lungs I eat that bitch out 'til she speaking out in tongues Forgot that bitch name, she on the tip of my tongue though, rewind They say karma is a bitch, so I pimp her, your honour What goes around comes around, only right a nigga cut corners Beauty and the Beast, I'm not the former Got the charm and the gold, I'm a black ass irish Shooting 'til you niggas see god like Poseidon Fuck you and your charity, manure when you root for me Young money soul with that warren buffet energy 'Cause, bitch, I'm weezy F and the F for the philantrophy The new rap messiah, I'm fucking vampire Out for blood, I can sell your remains to the Mexicans Fucking with me gon' cost you a arm and a ligament I'm coming for that crown like a doctor with the babies, man An animal, I drink the fucking poison of cobra If that's the fucking bar then I took it all the way To the point fucking aliens is playing limbo on it Monster, call a ambulance call a doctor These rappers running out better run and hide for cover 'Cause I'm the type to leave full body sketches laying on the pavement Bitch, I'm Jean Michel with the street art Still ain't never been a street artist A nigga from the suburbs, momma working overtime, applaud her Running around, trying put some dick in your daughter [Verse 2: jev.] Another sob story in the hood, that's the musical Mothers crying, sounding like a siren singing Accompanied by Glocks with the switch that's soprano Can't forget the bass let the Mac 11 boom Plus the fiends is the alto and the young is the tenor A melody so sweet even Bach couldn't write it But we know, a black and white world like pianos This life about the C note My heroes never looked like stan lee characters A different world they just carry round lil' derringers Yeah, my nigga, that's a different type of iron man Sip sip 4, I ain't tryna hang with these niggas no more I ain't tryna brag with these bitches no more I ain't tryna fuck on these bitches no more Sip the holy water, treat it like a 40 ounce Chopper got vibrato and don't let it make a sound It's the cold hearted villain gallivanting in the house Martin had a dream to put Jeromes in the house It's the modern day Caesar with the shits and commas And the kamikaze drip and the melancholy flow Uh, jev. play with pussy, not games, I'm not a phase Take shots, it's barely getting in my frame, bitch The LONER inc. reign, now and forever [Outro: jev.] Shoutout Stoic