KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Game Over lyrics

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 should 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

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

Quit snitching on yourself fuck Clubhouse
Quit snitching on yourself (right)
Quit Instagramming
Twittering and Twitching 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 kissing 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 Devon and 'em
(Hey what's happening Devon)
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 cheating on
You at the Olive Garden

All 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 saying
Well if you're saying it ain't no problem
Why the fuck you just brought it up?

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