two brothers
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Intro]
Yeah
Turn this shit the fuck up
[Hook]
We was young, broke, dumb, still schemin’ on the lot
Hotwire hummin’, whole block yelling “call the cops”
Kicked outta class, we was posted in the spot
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
We ain’t never had a plan, just a pocket full of shots
Whole school say we cursed, whole city say we not
We was ridin’ with the devil in a stolen fuckin’ box
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
[Verse 1]
Bell rang, fuck school, slipped off of that campus
Detention couldn’t hold me, I was born breakin’ brackets
Counselor said, “Pick a trade,” bitch, I picked havoc
Turn a teacher’s Honda Civic to a midnight classic
Locker full of warnings, desk full of ashes
Told the principal “suck a dick,” then stepped to the steps
Top laughed like, “Bet,” threw the hoodie on, flex
Whole squad in the lot like a grand theft fest
Yo, Jay had the zip tucked deep in his sock
Reekin’ loud like the hallway after 3 o’clock
Pulled the flathead out, popped the column on lock
Dashboard lit up like a laptop dock
Fuck a hall pass, we pass by hallways
Running from the law way more than hall aides
Smoke cloud trail from the crib to Broadway
High as the school flag flyin’ on all days
We wasn’t tryna pass math, we was math in motion
Turn one hatchback to a cash promotion
Split that shit three ways, no brag, devotion
Top found the whip, Jay bagged the potion
[Hook]
We was young, broke, dumb, still schemin’ on the lot
Hotwire hummin’, whole block yelling “call the cops”
Kicked outta class, we was posted in the spot
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
We ain’t never had a plan, just a pocket full of shots
Whole school say we cursed, whole city say we not
We was ridin’ with the devil in a stolen fuckin’ box
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
[Verse 2]
They tried to label me “troubled,” I just read it as “free”
If education was a cage, I was breakin’ the key
Teacher talkin’ ‘bout “potential,” I was eyein’ the V
Ignition whisperin’ “come ride with me”
Steel-toe dreams with a switchblade fashion
We ain’t copy no trends, we just plagiarized havoc
Jay lickin’ up the blunt, slow-motion black magic
Ash flick like a middle finger, landin’ on fabric
Fuck grades, we was gradin’ rims on a curve
Fender-bender thrill got my blood on a swerve
If I said I ain’t scared, I’d be lyin’ to the nurse
But the fear hit different when the tires chirp first
We took that rusty-ass Nissan, rag in the tank
Prayin’ it don’t blow when we pushin’ to the bank
Gas light on, but the weed so dank
We ain’t care if we stalled on a goddamn flank
Blue lights in the rear, Jay calm, no flinch
Hit a left through the alley, tight turn, no pinch
Top yellin’ “floor it,” I’m glued to the bench
Every heartbeat louder than the engine wrench
Got home, mom spazzin’, “You’ll end up dead!”
I just stared at the
Yeah
Turn this shit the fuck up
[Hook]
We was young, broke, dumb, still schemin’ on the lot
Hotwire hummin’, whole block yelling “call the cops”
Kicked outta class, we was posted in the spot
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
We ain’t never had a plan, just a pocket full of shots
Whole school say we cursed, whole city say we not
We was ridin’ with the devil in a stolen fuckin’ box
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
[Verse 1]
Bell rang, fuck school, slipped off of that campus
Detention couldn’t hold me, I was born breakin’ brackets
Counselor said, “Pick a trade,” bitch, I picked havoc
Turn a teacher’s Honda Civic to a midnight classic
Locker full of warnings, desk full of ashes
Told the principal “suck a dick,” then stepped to the steps
Top laughed like, “Bet,” threw the hoodie on, flex
Whole squad in the lot like a grand theft fest
Yo, Jay had the zip tucked deep in his sock
Reekin’ loud like the hallway after 3 o’clock
Pulled the flathead out, popped the column on lock
Dashboard lit up like a laptop dock
Fuck a hall pass, we pass by hallways
Running from the law way more than hall aides
Smoke cloud trail from the crib to Broadway
High as the school flag flyin’ on all days
We wasn’t tryna pass math, we was math in motion
Turn one hatchback to a cash promotion
Split that shit three ways, no brag, devotion
Top found the whip, Jay bagged the potion
[Hook]
We was young, broke, dumb, still schemin’ on the lot
Hotwire hummin’, whole block yelling “call the cops”
Kicked outta class, we was posted in the spot
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
We ain’t never had a plan, just a pocket full of shots
Whole school say we cursed, whole city say we not
We was ridin’ with the devil in a stolen fuckin’ box
Top in the front seat, Jay rollin’ up the pot
[Verse 2]
They tried to label me “troubled,” I just read it as “free”
If education was a cage, I was breakin’ the key
Teacher talkin’ ‘bout “potential,” I was eyein’ the V
Ignition whisperin’ “come ride with me”
Steel-toe dreams with a switchblade fashion
We ain’t copy no trends, we just plagiarized havoc
Jay lickin’ up the blunt, slow-motion black magic
Ash flick like a middle finger, landin’ on fabric
Fuck grades, we was gradin’ rims on a curve
Fender-bender thrill got my blood on a swerve
If I said I ain’t scared, I’d be lyin’ to the nurse
But the fear hit different when the tires chirp first
We took that rusty-ass Nissan, rag in the tank
Prayin’ it don’t blow when we pushin’ to the bank
Gas light on, but the weed so dank
We ain’t care if we stalled on a goddamn flank
Blue lights in the rear, Jay calm, no flinch
Hit a left through the alley, tight turn, no pinch
Top yellin’ “floor it,” I’m glued to the bench
Every heartbeat louder than the engine wrench
Got home, mom spazzin’, “You’ll end up dead!”
I just stared at the
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