elm street

Singer:jimmy wopo

uh huh

uh

one thirteen nine seven nigga

a legend was made nigga

uh

tune the fuck in

turn me up nigga

lord forgive me for my sins

real shit

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 pokemon 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