Elm Street (Explicit)

Elm Street - Jimmy Wopo

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 bangin' I was born in the nineties

'Bout eleven twelve when I first decided

What the f**k I'ma claim who the f**k I'ma ride with

B**ch I'm Eight Block for life so I got that sh*t tatted

T'd up on these n**gas like the offensive lineman

Youngin clockin' out I was putting that time in

N**gas steady hating 'cause they jumped in behind me

I said f**k 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 sh*t you don't 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

It's Jimmy Wop he offed an opp don't 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 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 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 I'll see penitentiaries

Been a bad lil n**ga no common sense for me

I ain't never had sh*t 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 f**k a ransom n**ga no fruit

Donkey Kong clips let that banana shoot

On my Pokémon 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 can't see behind the tint

Lord forgive me for my sins

Lord forgive me for my sins

Lord forgive me for my sins