Pieces / Ruins

[Verse 1: P.O.S]

Same dude new guts

Literal and figurative lost a couple fucks

Shit, alright fine, alright I gave 'em

Came a lotta way to play the cooler than awake game

Shucks, got me

Thumper on the raglan

Johnny on the spot with an ill fitting magnum

Guns look dumb on chumps like me

No funds no fun don't move won't see

DayQuill NyQuil ZzzQuil sleep 'til

Peace fills ill hearts

Beats gone keep still

Yeah, guess what

Stef's nuts, crazy

Best luck, chest bump

Fist won't fade me

Kicking out canes

Candy from your babies

Jumping off the top ropes

Screaming no kang me

Chandelier swangin

Table flipping OG

Pinky up sipping on a Surly Doomtree

What's up?

Same shit different animal

Same food whole different kinda cannibal

Lost on the moon

Your dude resides southside

Northeast

Northside

Yeah

Alright

Downtown, roof top

Waiting on the sky to fall (yeah, yeah)

But I ain't heard the last of y'all

Wolf cryin' alligator tears

With your eyes wide

Waiting for the sky to fall (alright)

Eyes wide can't see

Vision all burgundy

That or all green

Intentions all slithery

I keep mine fine tuned on the next move

Tryna dodge the sky

[Chorus:]

(Yeah, yeah, eh)

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins (yeah)

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

They've been left in ruins

All of the places we love have been left in ruins

All of the places we love have been left

[Verse 2: Dynell Roland]

Look, I switched up my zone

It's nothing but clones

Swimming thru society

Just learning my own

Carving a legacy in this rock

But who really knows

Kicking in doors

While shooting past all of my goals

Horoscope couldn't tell you

What the hell I'mma do

Everything a murder case

But what do I lose

I prove

Snipers on the roof

Breath in let's resume

Took a gamble

While my life was in shambles

I'll never lose

Ring the alarm

Panic look how they panic

Shit runs loose

Dancing on walls

Scramble to get thru

Playing with fire devil on my ass

But not wired

Wireless to the bullshit so connection runs wild

Never fragile speak easy

Believe me (haha)

I won't get boxed in, I'm not a damn tv

I need that and some

Shuffle the deck and watch me land them

Doing backflips with life I hope they stand them

Or stand me

Energy looking just like a stampede

While everything is vanishing

I hope they can find me

[Chorus:]

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins (yeah)

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

They been left in ruins

All of the places we love have been left in ruins

[Verse 3: Busdriver]

(Um, yes sir)

I can tell a spell with the hood on my back

I can ball out and take the goods off the rack

Even though my father been hooked on crack

Yeah, I can get it done

Jumping through hoops as economies slump

Vomiting them chunks 'cause the ambience sucks

Dangling the clotheslines on elephant tusks

Yeah, I can get it done, I can get it done

I wear a helmet 'cause the square is hellish

Declare the felt tip

As a way to definitely upset adults

I turn the swag to an electric pulse

Turn it up about a megavolt

As you read a post

Yeah she had that singing voice that could melt a dead bolt

But her singing in the ear always gets the best results

We used to read that new new soaking in the Epson salts

But now the hood is different and the yuppies want the special sauce

I read insults

From the OG's bio what a mouthful

When we write the laws it's poetry by council

Sitting with my fork and my dinner plate and knives

Thinking I can do more than just entertain whites, my spite

Blood-sugar mixing through the sugar cane'll lubricate the cotton gin

The dollar bin is full of rain

I've got a couple black geniuses in the bullet train

Bumping them big words shooting out the woodgrain, woah

[Chorus]

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins (yeah)

My hood ain't the same no more my nigga say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

They been left in ruins

All of the places we love have been left in ruins (ruins)

All of the places we love have been left