Young Wicked - Menace lyrics

k**a hustle, k**a hustle [Verse 1] Ok, been griding for a minute Y'all just start to witness You're greener than some weed My flow darker than some guinness Give me proper incentive and I'm shootin' at the snitches Motherf**ers wanna hate us cause they ain't us (jellyfishes) I won't stop until my family is stacked with helly riches Building dream brick by brick, we can do the heavy liftin' We can make it with our mentals And build it with our visions Anything you can imagine you can call into existance Who I'm pimpin', who I'm pimpin'? Lately I've been pimpin' I've been steady schoolin' every f**ing thing that I get into I'm a Shredder but I still got my respect for master Splinter Dangerous as Donatello, Raphael and all them ninjas And I run beneath the streets, when I spit I keep it wicked Rappers desperate for the shine So they're beggin' me to diss them Yeah I thought about it, then I thought I probably k** 'em And I'll have to hide the body which involves a lot of digging And uh, backyard it ain't a biggie And there's already a couple of other dead rappers there chillin' Boy there bout to be a slaughter, mothef**ers need to listen If you can't stand the heaters better beat it out the kitchen I'm a angel to a demon, a Devil to a Christian Everytime I'm in the airport motherf**ers wanna frisk him People think I'm finna stab 'em, seeing me is a high risking And if you get too close to me then I completly lose my sh** The f** you mean boy?! I'm runnin' the scene, f** with the team I'm on a mission to make it and I'mma be takin' my homies That's coming with me boy, I'm a menace [Hook] I'm a menace Hold up, I said "can I get a witness?" I'm a menace Hold up, I said "can I get a witness?" [Verse 2] The f** you're wasting my time bro? Hit them with the one-two combo Your girl blow my cartridge then she'll put it into her console Remember back when we was rockin' chinos with a poncho Now I rock a mic and rock a mask like (El Santo) We was broke [?] And we was at the island before you knew sh** about shows I've been griding, got no time to think about hoes The more you're on your grind The more they want to take you out though She want to work on your instagram lurking I'm for certain like d**h, taxes and churches, wait He been workin', cause he've been hungry He deserve a plate, I rep the k**arado And the motherf**ing murder state 3-0-3, 3-1-3 to the d**h These cities raised me like I'm f** me cause I'm next Bout to buck 60's on flex, still these giants wanna come test I got something I should confess, I don't give a motherf** less b**h! Well I ?dove? your sh** in the elevator into a higher pitch In the back of my 98 Bonneville I feel like I'm to peel You might die on your b**h, what!? People like what kind of kid? Can I come up on and k** all kind of sh**, me Psychopathic who I'm ridin' with Come around motherf**ers gonna die in this Peace [Hook]