CytoSoul - Boondocks lyrics

[Verse 1] Street cats flippin' tracks tryin' turn a record While bruhs straight strapped rockin' 'sace and the leather And I gave up too much prep for the whether or not Sweaty is hot and I'm rockin' pit-stains when the spot's hot Never (x4) told you not to blow, show a, honor roll To folks, tell your fear to fold I oghtta know, see, I'm an a**, no hole As well as the GOAT, gun shows shot down by my holy smokes Forgot my Clark Gable Busy chasin' c*nts and blunts, caine and kankles Pusha eclipsed now No Malice speaks cancer Ready to snipe these f**s, b**h, I'm no happy camper Oh God, that's what the Sean say, (Boi) My adlibs are bars, served best like the entrée Andre, san bay, you seein' some semblance This is for dope friends and fiends feignin' innocence [Hook] Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks Drones drop bombs and car alarms sound off But they won't when the cops watch Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks Thick chick turned bad b**h in the Boondocks Ready for the ruckus, yea, let the cops watch [Verse 2] Forgotten like a black kid snackin' on his Skittles A trap track rat pack raps back the riddles Riddlin was a quick fix for a misfit Like pepto, sh**s only given when he's missin' The only thing he knows is his motives Gets baked then f**, toasted for the ho-stess Hold b**h, you think I'm f**witable Pull out your pistol; I'm down to turn some tables [Bridge] Misfits, welcome to the Boondocks Rich kids, eyes wide in the Boondocks Drones drop bombs and car alarms sound off But they won't when the cops watch Let the cops watch, let the doom clock Stop when this beat drop. Hold up Let the cops watch, let the doom clock Stop when this beat drop. f** ‘em [Verse 3] Samurai swords wielded by the mighty horde While I'm too busy pointin' pistols at blonde who*es A coarse taken least is your best bet And my least stressed messes were the best steps Break your neck for respect to protect your cortex Domestic threats crept toward your doorsteps Front door locked, but props to the cops For ignorin' foreign feet creepin ‘round backyards Leave a round before we bounce Estate packed pretty with the price, we stake out Stakes high, we too high to function properly But who the f**'ll shoot a white kid on his property? Apparent the terrace raised both dealers and parents Apparent the mayors against both sinners and saviors But I'm the neighborhood watch, let's f** ‘em up Surburbia: your boy's next stop [Hook]