START THE ENGINES

You wanna make your paper long on the east side
You wanna spend your weekends off on the west side
You gotta give what you got
Gotta give what you got, it all
Now won’t you tell me what you know 'bout the high life
Now won’t you tell me what you know 'bout the Night Crimes
You know a little too much
Know a little too much, too young, young
Hol' up, go up
Escalate
I ain’t got the time to conversate
You ain’t got the right to stay in my lane
Out of my way
I’mma be great
Now hol' up, watch out
Them boys are fake
As you turn around they start to hate
Shoot in your back like DeVito
Switch lanes then act like De Niro
Their guns are big but their bullets weak
Me, I got toys that you never seen
Me, I got words that you never heard
Clinophiles how they sleep on me, I work
While you snooze I dream
While you dream I learn
Got the loop on repeat like a wheel, I burn
Rubber on your beat and I never turn
Only switch in need when the hook come on
(Let's go)
You wanna make your paper long on the east side
You wanna spend your weekends off on the west side
You gotta give what you got
Gotta give what you got, it all
Now won’t you tell me what you know 'bout the high life
Now won’t you tell me what you know 'bout the Night Crimes
You know a little too much
Know a little too much, too young, young
You can have everything you want
Can be everything you-
Our words are like bullets
Our tongues are guns
Go shoot your revolver or be a mute