Elm Street ( [Prod. By Stevie B])

Elm Street （
Written by ：Jimmy Wopo
Uh huh uh
One thirteen nine seven n**ga
A legend was made n**ga
Uh
Tune the f* *k in
Turn me up n**ga
Lord forgive me for my sins
Real sh*t
Out here gang banginI was born in the nineties
Bout eleven twelve when I first decided
What the f**k Ima claim who the f**k Ima ride with
B**ch Im Eight Block for life so I got that sh*t tatted
Td up on these n* *gas like the offensive lineman
Youngin clockinout I was putting that time in
N**gas steady hating cause they jumped in behind me
I said f**k it get this money Ima kill em with kindness
Shit was adding up now its starting to minus
Used to shoot it out it was easy to find us
Now we getting older its 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 17if I dont up it quick gainst them thats my life
In the hood where Im from you go through sh*t you dont like
If your daddy was a rat then your ass is a mice
Go get your brother get your cousin n**gas taking your bike
Its Jimmy Wop he offed an opp dont make me do this sh*t twice
One two make me come up out that roof
Three four better watch that back door
Five six b**ch we finna do a hit
Seven eight hundred shots in my AK
Nine ten you cant see behind the tint
Lord forgive me for my sins
Lord forgive me for my sins
Lord forgive me for my sins
I got n**gas throwing bricks for free
I got n* *gas doing hits for cheap
Make it thunder n**ga OKC
On McScary with my killers n**ga free KD
Used to be my friends now they my enemies
Since elementary knew Ill see penitentiaries
Been a bad lil n**ga no common sense for me
I aint never had sh*t up under the Christmas tree
Its 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 f**k a ransom n**ga no fruit
Donkey Kong clips let that banana shoot
On my Pok émon sh*t I let it peek at you
Spin blocks spin back again that sh*t like Deja Vu
One two make me come up out that roof
Three four better watch that back door
Five six b**ch we finna do a hit
Seven eight hundred shots in my AK
Nine ten you cant see behind the tint
Lord forgive me for my sins
Lord forgive me for my sins
Lord forgive me for my sins