Lyrics

[Intro] Attention all tourists, attention This is not the part of town you want to be found in If you like living, breathing, being alive You need turn your ass around then Go back to where the fuck you came from The reason you'll be killed, it ain't one Schemers, scammers, heathens, jammers, evil demons with hammers This is their sanctum Fully loaded noodle knockers [Hook] I've been all around the world and came back to the hood All around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I'vе been all around the world and came back to the hood I'vе been all around the world [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Quit snitchin' on yourself (Fuck Clubhouse) Quit snitchin' on yourself (Right) Quit Instagrammin', Twitterin' and Twitchin' on yourself You in clout mode, switch it on the stealth They gon' download them pictures when it helps convict you Stick you in the prison 'till you wild old, shitting on yourself Ay homie, take off the clown clothes, listen to your health Go put some elderberry in the kitchen on that shelf My nigga, just look around though, where did half the town go? Mass shooters blast, property value don't go down though It's bodies on the ground, no type of shit the media covers And politicians hate people of color, even though they got a brown nose I see two women kissin' holding hands Preacher say they not allowed to enter the Holy Land But when he's home, he's just an old ass lonely man Clicking on bad barbies Onlyfans He's playing with his goddamn self, when he's on the john Mother nature got snakes in the grass but the Delta and Omicron Is helping her mow the lawn And in the hood, fuck Amazon Get a fake Gucci belt if you know Dewon and 'em (Hey, what's happening, Dewon?) Here come the weed man, the fent' man, the coke man, the lean man With guns you never seen man (Right) Got some shooters creeping on you at the dollar market While your baby mama's cheatin' on you at the Olive Garden [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Or you can eat salad with new dude 'cause he's valid To who's who's vouch for him and All her little friends wanna fucking give him brain Besides shoot some folks, he ain't did nothing but Lorraine Finna go shoot pool with him, chalk it up to the game Where I'm from mayne, dumb flames go up more than a gun range And young names get read more at funerals than graduations Infatuation with money lead to incarceration Babies in the Harbor facing life, ain't even lived theirs Dirty niggas, crisp airs, small-minded, big fears, afraid to face many Livers bathing in Henny, they lungs fading from reggie Like MJ against the Pacers, be on your Travis best behavior Stay on point guard The weed man be with the fent' man You ain't roll, it don't smoke, it no telling what's in that joint guard And no telling, just hit the joint guard and lawyer up Don't be a mark, all adventures are Tom Sawyered up Niggas with slot time'll call your bluff, eat all your stuff Your jack, mac your snacks and your face, shit'll look boarded up Niggas be like, it ain't no problem, I'm just sayin' Well if you're saying it ain't no problem, why the fuck you just brought it up? [Hook] I've been all around the world and came back to the hood All around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I've ´been all around the world