Jay Critch, Drakeo The Ruler - Tie Your Laces lyrics

Beat-beat-beat beat Boy taught me
Jay Critch, hood fav'
Niggas, know what the fuck goin' on
Stupid-ass niggas

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

We don't cap rap
Where 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 oceans we trust
I'ma give him news channels, seven
Eleven or four
Bitch, what one you wanna be on?
Fox? Bitch, NBC? A ha, you know what I mean?

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