Minecraft (feat. Lil Bae, Bahksang)

Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds, hoard Keep the hustle Hunger score Keep your grind up Craft a sword Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds hoard Keep on crafting It's a chore Keep on digging Nether ore When I spawn into the world, you know I be so frightening Got no things for flint and steel, but I make fire with lightning My sword super icy, it can be so blinding If the armor set is diamond, know a brother be grinding When I step into that dungeon, the monster count be high If a creeper creeping up, you'll know I'll let it fly Killed many villagers, I ain't gonna lie They be greedy with their trades, they all finna die I travel across the land, in search for that rock But the mobs make it hard for me to find that block Enderman moving, their location on lock Sleeping at night, I hear the zombies knock You know how many villagers I have killed? Rig explosives under everything they have build I go hard in this world, too much blood is spilled I'm a murderer, baby, I'm virtually skilled Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds, hoard Keep the hustle Hunger score Keep your grind up Craft a sword Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds hoard Keep on crafting It's a chore Keep on digging Nether ore Staring at my phone Wait, never mind that Text you but you don't look So I play Minecraft You'll find my bars sharp, Call it a guardian Her man hating Minecraft? Imma Enderman Loot on my back And I'm packing what you will be lacking I'm putting my hat to the back and there's no end to what I'll be rapping Because when you die I'll be laughing My keyboard I'm gonna be tapping Your drops I'm gonna be sapping In fact it's this beat that I'll be trapping Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds, hoard Keep the hustle Hunger score Keep your grind up Craft a sword Wood, stone, iron, ore Gold, emerald, diamonds hoard Keep on crafting It's a chore Keep on digging Nether ore I keep my flex up Iced up wrist made from blue rock Make it rain when I want, game God Gold chain round my neck, golem decorated bed Pockets filled with loot, still need more, build another chest I got a hoe made of diamond, never leave my side You use your hand to touch your wood, bet you wanna die I built a house, call me "Jip-Sa" Got that 200 IQ, I'm in MENSA Yeah, you know that illest ain't my thing but you know I got the sickness Iller than most folk The mixtape Enderman Pocket pick it then I flip it making riches always killing Boy, it's time to pack your bags up because you always tripping My dad don't preach, but I'm a PK Spit a verse and your whole house go up in blue flames Out to gain more fame Server recognition Rep town KR OG Addition