Elm Street

Uh huh, uh 1 13 9 7 nigga A legend was made nigga Uh Tune the fuck in Turn me up nigga Lord forgive me for my sins Real shit (Skibi on the mother fucking beat bitch!) Out here gang bangin', I was born in the nineties 'Bout eleven, twelve, when I first decided What the fuck I'ma claim, who the fuck I'ma ride with Bitch I'm Eight Block for life so I got that shit tatted T'd up on these niggas like the offensive lineman Youngin clockin' out, I was putting that time in Niggas steady hating 'cause they jumped in behind me I said fuck it, get this money, I'ma kill 'em with kindness Shit was adding up, now it's starting to minus Used to shoot it out, it was easy to find us Now we getting older, it's just homework and science Before I come up out the crib I gotta peep through the blinds Rocked jeans and my Nikes, in the 'jects shooting dice Lil Deck to my left, Top Dawg to my right Pull up to the light, double cup with some ice Glock 17, if I don't up it quick 'gainst them, that's my life In the hood where I'm from you go through shit you don't like If your daddy was a rat then your ass is a mice Go get your brother, get your cousin, niggas taking your bike It's Jimmy Wop, he offed an opp, don't make me do this shit twice (One, two) make me come up out that roof (Three, four) better watch that back door (Five, six) bitch we finna do a hit (Seven, eight) hundred shots in my AK (Nine, ten) you can't see behind the tint Lord forgive me for my sins Lord forgive me for my sins Lord forgive me for my sins I got niggas throwing bricks for free I got niggas doing hits for cheap Make it thunder nigga, OKC On McScary with my killers nigga, free KD Used to be my friends now they my enemies Since elementary knew I'll see penitentiaries Been a bad lil nigga, no common sense for me I ain't never had shit up under the Christmas tree It's a mystery, Scooby Doo Uzi made 'em do the hula hoop Choppa make 'em chicken noodle soup I got some hitters like to toot and boot Rubber handle, fuck a ransom nigga, no fruit Donkey Kong clips let that banana shoot On my Pokémon shit, I let it peek at you Spin blocks, spin back again, that shit like deja vu (One, two) make me come up out that roof (Three, four) better watch that back door (Five, six) bitch we finna do a hit (Seven, eight) hundred shots in my AK (Nine, ten) you can't see behind the tint Lord forgive me for my sins Lord forgive me for my sins Lord forgive me for my sins