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