A$AP Ferg — Hood Tales

[Intro: DJ Drama] Let's get it right New niggas is coming to eat up all the food (Gangsta Grillz!) Man they hungry It's an appetite for destruction out here The mob is equipped with full-armed artillery What ya gon' do? (DJ Drama, fuck these niggas up!) [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] I was born in Harlem where them things pop At the block parties, niggas had to run And they caught the motherfuckers on the same block And they all at the war with the gun R.I.P. Lil Na, Sharon, why they kill ya son? Damn it, if I could've did it, I'mma hit 'em with the ton Clit-a-dick, little-dick, feeling shit, hot in you lungs Turn you bitch niggas to a couple nuns (lay 'em down) I came in the store and saw the whole thing He said, I hope that you not one of them Then I run around the corner, got the OG's I told 'em, We got jumped by a couple punks I swear to God, these niggas softer than the Brady Bunch They gon' get it, man, this shit been goin' for a couple months Then turn around the corner, seen a crowd looking stunned With the all shaking on the floor, not saying nothin' [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] This just where we from We all dyin' some day At a picnic having fun Probably dyin' by the gun This just where we from We prayin' every Sunday When the killas gonna come She about to lose her son, son [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Let me D bop Spanish nigga, everybody thought he black (From the block) Used to wear a tank top with a fresh fade OJ, kinda fat, (OJ give low) Face stay greasy pollo all you eatin' Thug nigga with the Cuban on the neck Always carried a tech, Dominicano Trappin' the bando, Orlando, he was Diablo in the flesh Dimelo got into a little mess with D Bach And he shot up the block with the Desert 'Bout to leave him messy but the bullets hit the belly You could call me Hollywood, not "the hood Tyler Perry" Niggas making movies, more niggas getting buried Niggas died, Desert, but this shit ain't really necessary Caught up in the life, he got rich and got blurry He took his own life and the one that he married, Ferg [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] This just where we from We all dyin' some day At a picnic having fun Probably dyin' by the gun This just where we from We prayin' every Sunday When the killas gonna come She about to lose her son, son This just where we from We all dyin' some day At a picnic having fun Probably dyin' by the gun This just where we from We prayin' every Sunday When the killas gonna come She about to lose her son, son