Elm Street

Uh-huh, uh

One, thirteen, nine, seven, ****

A legend was made, ****

Uh, tune the fuck in

Turn me up, ****

Lord, forgive me for my sins

Real shit

Outchea gang bangin', I was born in the '90s

'Bout 11, 12 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

Teed up on these **** like the offensive lineman

Youngin' clockin' out, I was puttin' that time in

**** steady hatin' 'cause they jumped in behind me

I said, "Fuck it, get this money, I'ma kill 'em with kindness"

Shit was addin' up, now it's startin' to minus

Used to shoot it out, it was easy to find us

Now we gettin' 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 shootin' 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 as 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, **** takin' your bike

It's Jimmy Wopo, he offed a 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 **** throwin' bricks for free

I got **** doin' hits for cheap

Make it thunder, ****, OKC

On McScary with my killers, ****, free KD

Used to be my friend, now they my enemies

Since elementary, knew I'll see penitentiaries

Been a bad lil' ****, 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 through the hula hoop

Choppa make 'em chicken noodle soup

I got some hitters like to toot and boot

Rubber handle, fuck, I wrestle, **** not Faarooq

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 déjà 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