For the Kids (Street Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: The Bad Seed] Uh. Uh. Yeah. Ayyo, turn the track up. I want that shit to bang. Uh. Yeah. Who better, nigga? Let's go [Hook 1: Sample from Charles Strouse's "We'd Like to Thank You Herbert Hoover"] (x2) Today we're living in a shanty Today we're scrounging for meal [Verse 1: The Bad Seed] Yo, 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 the Ruger, bust around 'til all of you out Whether you broke as a joke or you balling with clout You draw your gun, I'll draw blood—next, they chalking you out Niggas that walk in with you, they'll be walking you out Or rolling you out. Whatever, dawg. Hold this and bounce And I'm gon' be that nigga 'til 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 a ounce And what you know about them police patrolling your house? Or the stashed 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 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Sample from Charles Strouse's "We'd Like to Thank You Herbert Hoover"] (x4) Today we're living in a shanty Today we're scrounging for meal [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): The Bad Seed] (x2) It's for the niggas, durag, doobie, dread Ho hustling, children fed Project, street corners, Dutchies, weed Seed love the kids 'cause the kids love Seed [Verse 2: The Bad Seed] Surprise, duke. I'm like The Roots winning the Grammy Pull a jammie, blow your peepee off, ending your family I want the Benz, but fuck it. I'll be straight with the Camry Type nigga to bag your moms, go straight for the panty Y'all niggas be spitting fire, but I'm upping the ante I'll spit sun rays invisible, hot as Miami Hotter than Jewish folks that was beefing with Hitler Apocalyptic, every line I'll 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 that better than Seed I tell it like it is down to the letter like me [Hook 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Sample from Charles Strouse's "We'd Like to Thank You Herbert Hoover"] (x4) Today we're living in a shanty Today we're scrounging for meal [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): The Bad Seed] (x2) It's for the niggas, durag, doobie, dread Ho hustling, children fed Project, street corners, Dutchies, weed Seed love the kids 'cause the kids love Seed [Verse 3: The Bad Seed] Ayyo, 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'll spit for Elián González, spit for Brooklyn and Hollis Spit for B.A. and broads that be getting their nails polished My shit hot. What's fucking with Seed and Nottz? And what's fucking with two Glocks aimed right at a cop? You couldn't see this nigga if you was nearsighted or not But I'll see a clip emptied 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 1 (Overlapped with Hook 2): Sample from Charles Strouse's "We'd Like to Thank You Herbert Hoover"] (x8) Today we're living in a shanty Today we're scrounging for meal [Hook 2 (Overlapped with Hook 1): The Bad Seed] (x2) It's for the niggas, durag, doobie, dread Ho hustling, children fed Project, street corners, Dutchies, weed Seed love the kids 'cause the kids love Seed [Outro: The Bad Seed] (Biatch!). Uh. (What y'all know 'bout that?). Uh. (Ain't know 'bout that). Yeah