From the Hood

I don't trap
I don't stay strapped

Nah I don't know where
the weed man at

Nah we can't dap

No you can't have a plate so
stop asking for that plus one
to the cookout, we straight

I won't rob you or hit a lick
comin through to yo crib

I don't bite
I don't snap

Don't insinuate that I have
an attitude or that I'm angry
when I open my mouth or disagree with you

No you can't touch my hair
or smooth brown skin

And damn sure don't call me
sis or use AAVE incorrectly
because we'll have problems
indefinitely

I'm not cappin', capin' or
gatekeepin'
But I'm damn sure not
comfortable with that shit you
bring to me and mine

So yes I'm from the hood
I will fuck up yo life if you
don't leave them dumbass generalizations
at the door because you had me fucked up at
"Black Bitch."