Tie Your Laces Jay Critch (Ft. Drakeo the Ruler)

[Intro: Jay Critch]
Beat-beat-beat
Beat Boy taught me
Jay Critch, hood fav'
[?] niggas, know what the fuck goin' on
Stupid-ass niggas

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Nigga, God gave me talent, I can't waste it
And this dream cost a bag, I can't waste this
Brand new Chanels, got me tyin' up the laces
When you in these streets, better tie up your laces
Better keep a strap 'cause these streets not the safest
Need a new crib with a M and the safe shit
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of Maxfield
Cop a new fit, wore it right out of [?]
Old Patron, '42, not Patron
She took half of the pill, now she too in the zone
I be gettin' booted up, still know what be goin' on
Have the shooter shoot it up, I ain't cappin' in these songs

[Verse: Drakeo the Ruler]
We don't cap rap
With the fam, finna blow a nigga cap back
Opps get chipped, [?] gon' get backslapped
I just put a hunnid shells in this hatchback
Spin his block, I'm finna hit him with the re-run
Don't even ask about my city, nigga, we run it
Shit leave him swimmin' with the dolphins, lemme see sum'
This a mop, this a broom, I put the straight on it
Got this [?], that's unfortunate
.223 got niggas lookin' like tortoises
Couldn't keep up, in these uchies we trust
I'ma give him news channels, seven-11 or four
Bitch, what one you wanna be on?
Fox? Bitch, NBC? A-ha, you know what I mean?