90s Child

Da Maestro! Ima 90s child with the styles that’ll have your blood so pumped up In 99 I was in 1st grade slaying, runnin it up South Chicago, Niños Heroes, we not givin a f*ck And I’m 90’s wild, so I hit em with the fuckin stunna Drapped up with the Enyce Swimmin in drip, like its some Fiji Practicing raps nothing comes easy Gotta go fast, like Lamborghini Putting on some rubber bands to keep my jeans from getting stepped Stay up off the grass and water keep my forces super fresh Ballin out up at the corner store now thats a super flex Crunchy Kurls with cheese and plus some juice so now we super set Hittin the blocks without a fifi Had the most fun without a TV Showin no love on our graffiti Thought we was one but that was deceiving I’m a 90s child with the styles that’ll make your mother f*ck up When she come here beggin I just serve her cuz her ass is stuck up And when all her badass friends wanna f*ck I pass em to my brothas And I’m out here now just posted up in front not under cover I’m from Illinois, we honest like Abe All of a sudden, things start to change All of the noise infecting the brain And all of ya boys they flippin again Flippin the script, I knew you would you washed up actor I’m quick with the shit, ain’t new to this you look like a disaster All outta luck, you late with the payment Pull out the pump, you hittin the pavement Put em in trunk, the river will take him What in the f*ck the nigga was thinkin Rollin thru the hood gotta unload the sawed off Rollin thru my rolodex you know I Better Call Saul