E4M

Lyrics

(Intro)
Grah! Grah-grah, boom!
Every fucking day, man!
Look, they took Mike, now everybody gotta pay!
Like, who really ready to die?
M-Block!
Every opp shot, everything dead!
Grah!
(Verse 1)
Ever since they took Mikey, I’m clicking, I’m itching to click on a drill! (Grah)
Smoking this pain to the face, but the loud ain’t erasing the urge to go kill! (Word to my mother)
I cannot wait 'til I spot him, I’m feending to put this whole dot on his chest,
Spinning your block with the tint up, we lurking and hunting, no time for no rest! (Where they at?!)
Like, copy, I’m mad, I am furious, pacing the room with my hand on the grip,
Catch 'em lacking at the deli, we clearing the sidewalk, we letting it rip! (Boom!)
They think it's a game, they think it's a joke 'til we pop out and hop out the v,
I'm throwing like eight if I see 'em, I’m putting his face on a white graphic tee! (Grah-grah, boom)
(Chorus)
And I’m sparking this blunt just to clear out my mind,
But it's down with the opps, yeah, it's payback time!
Like, don't run, don't trip when we turn on your block,
We ain't stopping the car 'til we empty the glock!
Yeah, we doing it dirty, we doing it bad,
They don't know the type of pain that a person really had.
Rest up Mike, yeah, we standing on business,
Leave 'em down on the pavement, no help and no witness!
(Verse 2)
They talking that talk on the net but they hiding, they know that I'm ready to step,
I'm a savage, a female that's upper-echelon, keeping a pole on my hip for protection and rep!
Like, who really did it? Go point out his block, we gon' bend it and slide through the rain,
No talking, no talking, just masks on our faces, we washing the block with their pain!
I'm checking the score and it's time to go crazy, I’m itching to catch one asleep,
They took a real one, they took my whole heart, so we playing this game for the keep!
You think you a gangster? Come pop out the house, let me see if you really about it,
We pull up, we drill it, we leave 'em in critical, look, ain't no way that you doubt it! (Grah)
Every single tear that I drop is a bullet, I swear that I'm losing my grip,
I'm smoking this weed 'til my lungs start to burn, but I'm never gon' fumble the clip!
(Verse 3)
Yo, word to my dead, I am tired of waiting, it’s time to go turn up the heat,
Yo, Bobby, you coward, why the heck is you hiding?! Come step on the street! (Where you at?!)
You took Mikey from me, now I’m back for your head, yeah, I’m checking the score,
You a target, a pack, and a whole lyric duck, we gon' pull up and knock at your door! (Grah)
Like, who you? You ain't tough, you a civilian, look, I'm the biggest to ever get active,
I'm calling the shots, got the visual locked, and my shooters are highly reactive!
We bending the block, we don't care who around, if you with him you getting it too,
Yo, Bobby, you heard what I said, you a dead man walking, I'm coming for you! (Facts)
I’m a baddie, I’m brutal, I’m doing the most, and I'm putting these opps in a ditch,
Don’t get it confused ’cause I’m pretty as ever, I will drill you and laugh at it, quick!
(Outro)
Like, what?
Every opp shot!
Look at 'em run!
Bobby, you a whole duck, stop hiding!
Rest up Mike, we getting that back!
We standing on business, man!
Grah-grah, boom!