Havoc - Hell On Earth Freestyle (Hoodie Season) lyrics

[Emilio Rojas] Ebola 'bout to make a lot of motherf**ers richer now Because they profit when we sicker And we all so busy texting and we still don't get the picture now The liquor filling up our livers I told ‘em the FDA k**ed more than the NRA And we be getting watched by the NSA everyday I ride in the Heights and my people that selling weight Their stash is easier to penetrate than Jenna Jameson We motivated by s**, d** and check stubs Every tape that I put out sound like a Best Of They hear the way that I rap and say I'm the next Pun But I'm the first Emilio homie, I ain't the next none I'm sick to d**h of these strippers That act like t**ng'll make ‘em a better person Than women that's out here working Got these girls thinking they ticket to get a Birkin Is serving someone liquor so they hit their plastic surgeon Don't believe the sh**, uh uh, we needing leadership Or we gonna fall apart quicker than that IKEA sh** New York rappers confused, we sipping lean and sh** Call them fronts grills but we the first to ice our teeth and sh** It's hoodie season, the winter come and we never cold A stack on the jacket and 300 for the rig control And I don't ask for no favors, homie, I never owe Run with outsiders and still pulling them centerfolds Our dreams gotta be bigger than status symbols, yeah I want generational wealth, I want my family set up I want ‘em set up for life, life Not doing sh** for cash that get ‘em sent up for life Nuh uh, I know people that hustle but got no savings Nuh uh, and I know people that struggle and take vacations ‘Cause they plan better, they know we never had better We look at our ancestors, the Africans, Aztecs and the Mayans They built pyramids homie and we ain't trying Nah, we got excuses but where is the self-reliance? And everybody needing the plug like an appliance That's why I'ont give a f** who the flyest Catch me sliding out the back with a squad with me, yeah And I'mma lock the whole f**ing city down like a quarantine The army be, targeting poor minorities Like Christy Mack, ain't no escaping the war machine Brrrat, them guns gon' bang, woot woot, them d** gon' slang The same block where them cops all aim We waiting like if something'll change but it never do We waiting like if something'll change but it never do It's hoodie season, New York's a cold f**ing city, let's go