The Cap-Peela x Ang3l - Hood Terrorist Lyrics

I'm from a place you won't consider comin'
Not alike the way you imagine
Why you askin'?
Yeah we'll pull up scrappin'
Mom's worried if I'm gon' die ridin'
Caught up in traffic
What happened?
Stuck my hand on the automatic
Do not panic
The situation? Scanned it
Found a way to stash it without getting blasted mothaf*cka
On bullshit got a low tolerance
Already told you my story once
Warm cravings for a rewind
Paid a visit to the Devil gave him a weird eye
Put the pedal to the metal
Said f*ck you I ain't the one that will die
Thats what I realised
Now talk to me about criticism
Lived so many episodes through the seasons
Harlequins is the
New mcs in a
Mission to prove the reason why I'm wearing crimson
This my kingdom
Appearance of a villain
Forbidden eaten stick the needle to the enemy
Stealin healin products that need no recipe
Wieldin 22 bullets for a tool doubled that
Rappin like B-Rabbit comin outta bucket hat mothaf*cka

Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this

Took a few months off
Had to sharpen my sword
Could've hit licks ship bricks
But preferred to harden my word
Lyrical shotty
Make you shake your body
Dance around the lobby
Fell in love with a habit
Many kids can't handle it
As my voice get raspier
My needs get nastier
My brains still the same
F*ck lookin fancier
Why is it every time I see a cop
Anxiety entirely f*cks up my guts
They job ain't to sell drugs or hit us
Neither snitchin on your thugs to dodge jail and such
Actin tough and bluff on the younger versions of yourself
You f*ckin scrub

Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this
Hood terrorist
You can't handle this