Nottz - For the Kids (Radio Version) lyrics

[Intro: The Bad Seed] Uh. Uh. Yeah. Ayyo, turn the track up. I want that sh** to bang. Uh. Yeah. Who better, n***a? 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 n***a—jeans sagging with a straw in my mouth And if it's beef, f** 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 n***as 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 n***a ‘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 n***as, 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 f** it. I'll be straight with the Camry Type n***a to bag your moms, go straight for the panty Y'all n***as 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. f** it, let there be Seed" There ain't a n***a, b**h, 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 n***as, 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 motherf**ers know me now Laugh at a n***a say he spit and blow me out Be like, "Oh word? (*Gun shot*) n***a, you heard?" "No doubt." f** 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 sh** hot. What's f**ing with Seed and Nottz? And what's f**ing with two Glocks aimed right at a cop? You couldn't see this n***a 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 f** 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 n***as, 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] (b*atch!). Uh. (What y'all know ‘bout that?). Uh. (Ain't know ‘bout that). Yeah