GREENER KNOTS (Explicit)

Song: GREENER KNOTS (Explicit)

Artist: Maxo Kream

Lyrics: Maxo Kream & Hit-Boy

Composed: Hit-Boy

(Hit-Boy)

Okay, I seen a lot

Runnin' in and out of granny house

Uncle bummin' on the couch, first time I seen a rock

Hit it right there in the chair, watchin' WWF, first time he seen The Rock

Had my grandma pissed, went to school all white, K-Swiss

Told 'em, "Change that shit, put it on Rap City Basement"

Jammin' Styles P and Jadakiss

First time I seen The LOX

Started gettin' high, homicides, drive-by

XDs, lemon squeeze, red beams, and Glocks

Seen a nigga die, shot him right in the eye

Put a nigga in the sky, made his breathing stop

Spin the block for the chop, ain't even stop

Can't ring your shots

That's the very first day that I ever seen me an opp

Okay, I seen a lot

Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love

To me, that means a lot

Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run

Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot

Never had nothin', tryna run the money up

Leave it all for my son, them greener knots

Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot

Okay, like cash rule everything around me

Believe none of what you hear and half what you see

Go to school, get degrees, and make the league

But the dream not for me so it's make believe

It's all in your head like Maybelline

You know a lotta niggas dead, yellow tape the scene

They'll tell you it's a figment due to the color of your pigment

Droppin' off loads on the road to the riches

On the way to make it out the trenches

Fuck a red shirt, I'm in a courtroom sittin' on benches

Prayin' for a deal meanwhile drug dealin'

Judge got a grudge, set your bond at a million

Can't snitch, can't switch, nah, nigga, no squealin'

Grown men business, you gotta be kiddin'

You was just shooting Glocks at the opps

Went to court and you turned to the cops

Southwest murder block, I done seen 'em a lot

In these Alief streets

Big Crippin' with the with the Locs, Trigger Maxo C

Pop trunk with the punk, get to dumpin'

Nickname Punken but ain't no punk in me

Got the infrared beam on the Glock

Hittin' licks, servin' fiends on the block

Done things to my opps

Murder scene, had them releasing the cops

Hidin' rocks, put the cheese in my socks

Okay, I seen a lot

Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love

To me, that means a lot

Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run

Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot

Never had nothin', tryna run the money up

Leave it all for my son, them greener knots

Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot

Okay, I seen a lot

Came from the slums, had to get it out the mud, no love

To me, that means a lot

Glock for my guns, hear the cops, better run

Head to the sun clouds 'cause I still dream a lot

Never had nothin', tryna run the money up

Leave it all for my son, them greener knots

Don't know about you but to me, that means a lot