Right There

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
Going around, running mouth, what he gonna do to me
Like murder’s something new to me. Don’t
Know who he’s fucking with—here come a homicide
Test me with drama, why that nigga try?
I don’t never hide, I accommodate
Good day to die, any place and date
I was calm when I asked him why he wronged me
The nigga wiled out, got Nino Brown on me
Kindness for weakness, when on the phone
Nigga think I’m soft or something, hearing his tone
I keep two things: a gun and a plan
I’m not stable, and he don’t understand
Yap, yap, yap, yap, let him talk shit
Take him to war, time to load the clips
Think that he’s safe, creeping on his block
Pop, pop, pop, pop, watch the nigga drop right
There

[Hook: MF Grimm]
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block

[Verse 2: MF Grimm]
I know I’m hell-bound ‘cause of choices
New beginning, man, I’m hearing voices
Back to Son of Sam, when it come to bread
Got a brick of girl, killing cokeheads
Smack the ave with it, leave the streets red
Yellow-taped off, here come Feds
Brother from the way. Today, he lucked up
Asked to help him out ‘cause he’s fucked up
So I gave him work. “Want my income?”
Motherfucker told me, “Take it back in blood”
That fucked me up. Thought we were cool
Disrespect trust, broke all the rules
Yap, yap, yap, yap, let him talk shit
Take him to war, time to load the clips
Think that he’s safe, creep through his block
Pop, pop, pop, pop, watch the nigga drop right
There

[Hook: MF Grimm]
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block

[Verse 3: MF Grimm]
In rap game, thought shit’ll be safe
You’d be surprised how many get chased
Wheelchair shit, yep, put you in the line
Think shit’s sweet kicking verse about spine
Because you have fans that like to sweat you
Like I won’t come and get you (Nigga)
Put on the internet that I threatened you
But Google can’t save you
I don’t give a fuck. Go tell police
That won’t stop me, you better call the priest
Snatch your life, I’m a thief, move quick
Scream you’re a tough guy. For you, I have a trick
Yap, yap, yap, yap, let him talk shit
Take him to war, time to load the clips
Think that he’s safe, creep through his block
Pop, pop, pop, pop, watch the nigga drop right
There

[Hook: MF Grimm]
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block
It’s time to clear the block out
It’s time to clear the block