Stop Schemin’

[Intro]
Ghost
D-Block
Yeahh!
Who the fuck made up the hot list?
And why the fuck wasn't I on it?
Y'all niggas done woke me up and got me starved
Blue collar rap
Poor nigga anthem
Don't fuck wit' me
You know me
Told ya
Oh boy

[Verse 1]
Stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I'm from D-Block, I ain't got no body guard
I used a shotty, God
It ain't New Orleans but I throw the mask on like it's Mardi Gras
Tip of the ratchet hotter than tamales, y'all
I'll kill any rapper, I'm sorry, y'all
I'm on Koch and I'm indie, please don't offend me
Drive drunk like Lindsey, think about the Benjis
Hurt me, niggas from the hood they revenge me
Loved by the greasy, the grimy, the dingy
Ridin' in the hooptie, tank damn near empty
Me on a mixtape, whole car shitfaced
Hoodie'd up, ridin' to the club to get the shit straight
Lord knows what the hood'll do for a big face
Jewelry, new car, S.P. you're too hard
The hood'll rob you if they ask me for new bars

[Chorus]
Stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard
(I run the streets)
Stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm still on that LOX shit
Still think I can't see 'cause the way my hoodie sittin' on the top lip?
Know that I came with the cocked fifth, we dolo
Cocky, obnoxious, waitin' to pop clips
If it don't come to the guns, got the Gym Star from under the tongue to under his chin
Now that's the type of jungle we in
Ask the apes and the lions, I keep my hand taped to the iron
The transporter taped to the client
Leave nigga's thinner than a grapefruit diet
You could pray to Jesus cryin'
I'm wilder than Babe Ruth riotin' and seis coupe flyin'

[Chorus]
Stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard
(I own the ghetto)
Stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard

[Verse 3]
The hood got shootings, stabbings, kidnaps, grabbings
Bricks in the cabinets, the hallway's a hazard
You could get shot by a real young bastard
Can't see the game but they money's like glasses
Now you see the whole world, got a lil' old girl
Get off the P's and Q's the minute that your toes curl
Fiends is fienin', you cookin' hard, gettin' paper
But niggas is schemin' and lookin' hard
Word

[Chorus]
Stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard
(I own the hood)
Stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And lookin' hard, look-lookin' hard
Stop-stop-stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin'-stop schemin' and look-lookin' hard
(I'm a mother fuckin' problem)