START THE ENGINES

You wanna make your paper long on the east side
 You wanna spend your weekends off on the west side
 You gotta give what you got
 Gotta give what you got, it all
 Now won't you tell me what you know 'bout the high life
 Won't you tell me what you know 'bout the night crimes
 You know a little too much
 Know a little too much, too young, young
 Hol up, go up
 Escalate
 I ain't got the time to conversate
 You ain't got the right to stay in my lane
 Out of my way
 I'mma be great
 Now hol' up, watch out
 Them boys are fake
 As you turn around they start to hate
 Shoot in your back like DeVito
 Switch lanes, then act like De Niro
 Their guns are big but the bullets weak
 Me, I got toys that you never seen
 Me, I got words that you never heard
 Clinophiles how they sleep on me, I work
 While you snooze I dream
 While you dream, I learn
 Got the loop on repeat like a wheel
 I burn rubber on your beat and I never turn
 Only switch in need, when the hook comes on
 (Let's go)
 You wanna make your paper long on the east side
 You wanna spend your weekends off on the west side
 You gotta give what you got
 Gotta give what you got, it all
 Now won't you tell me what you know 'bout the high life
 Won't you tell me what you know 'bout the night crimes
 You know a little too much
 Know a little too much, too young, young
 Our words are like bullets
 Our tongues are guns
 Go shoot your revolver our be a mute-