Hood

They call me Dree

The Queen Bee

A cold hearted killer

Where I'm from you could see dealers stumbling like Zombies

Call it modern day Thriller

When preachin the truth nobody feel ya

Where you have to survive society

If you make it you'll be like a rose out the concrete

Needs get meet

My skin like six feet deep

No matter the insults you'll never shake me

I'm from Beckley WV

Not a big city

But I guess its better than living in poverty

Nice kicks but no one cares where you got em

I mean it when i say

Erbody starts from the bottom

When you finally make it to the top it's kinda hard to stop em

I'm on a roll and I aint stoppin

Till my chest poppin

And my neck is coppin

Till I'm in a black bag

Then laid in my coffin

In their lies if they get startin

Ya better not get caught in

Cuz one mess up and they guns could start poppin

In my hood they be droppin

Like flies down your throat cough coughin

Call me a hood rat

Or a alley cat

Where I'm from we call a spade a spade

And thats that

Whack

I'm Bold

Beatin this beat like a kid on a whack-a-mole