For The Kids

[Sample] "Today we're living in a shanty Today we're scrounging for meal" [Verse One] You know Seed? Then you know what heart is about Gutter nigga, jeans sagging with a straw in my mouth And if it's beef, fuck a song dawg, I'm calling you out Pull a rueer, bust a round till all of you out Whether you broke as a joke or you balling with clout You draw your gun I draw blood, next they chalking you out Niggas that walk in with you, they be walking you out Or rolling you out Whatever dawg [?] And I'ma gon' be that nigga till I'm swollen with gout And I ain't got no love for you all I'm holding is doubt Don't know a Mac from a Tec or a gram from an ounce And what you know about them police patrolling your house? Or the stash cash you keep in the folds of the couch The truth hurt But we don't cry, we say "ouch" I'm old school like Kangaroo kicks with the pouch I will smack you, separate your lips from your mouth [Hook] {x2} This for the nigga Doorag, dookie, dread Hoe, hustling, children, fed Project, street corner, dutchie, weed Seed love the kids cause the kids love Seed [Verse Two] Surprise duke I'm like The Roots winning the Grammy Pulling a jammie? Blow your pee pee off, end of your family I want the Benz, but fuck it, I'll be straight with the Camry Type of nigga to bag your mom, go straight for the panty Y'all niggas be spitting fire but I'm upping the ante I spit sun rays, invisible, hot as Miami Hotter than Jewish folks that was beefing with Hitler Apocalyptic, every line I spit is a scripture God said, "Let there be light, birds and trees Let there be water and fire, fuck it, let there be Seed." There ain't a nigga, bitch or kid yet better than Seed I tell it like it is, down to the letter like me [Hook] [Verse Three] Ayo east coast, west coast, hold me down I'ma make sure y'all motherfuckers know me now Laugh at a nigga say, he spit and blow me out Be like, "Oh word?" {gun shot} "Nigga you heard?" "No doubt." Fuck around, get smacked in your mouth Teeth on the floor, asking us 'bout why I did that in your house I spit for Elian Gonzalez I spit for Brooklyn and Hollis I spit for B.A. and broads that getting they nails polished My shit hot, what's fucking with Seed and Nottz? What's fucking with two Glocks aimed right at a cop? You couldn't see this nigga if you excited or not But I see a clear empty right inside of your drop Y'all gon' know my name whether you like it or not You couldn't fuck with Bad Seed if you write it or not [Hook]