Lyrics:
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
sleepin'
the war is on kid and it won't last 'til the weekend
I'ma check around until I catch 'em
out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon
runs too deep
cnd their hearts might sink or skip a beat with jealousy
I'm glad the jealous boy's not me
cnd oh my God when you walk by
I hear necks
When we was kids we had dreams to take it to the top
We buying back the block investments and them stocks
When we was kids we had dreams to take it
been a nuisance
Used to ride 'round in that blue whip clean
Rollin' like deuces
Wait now they asking like who is he?
Who is this new nig?
Block got a new
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
this
Yeah
Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
It comes
holidays
mixing colonized minds in gentrified times
petrified guys pretend everything’s fine
postcodes and blocks, baptizing the ends
with new names for
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
York bricks
Niggas get jealous over New York quick
Ay ho, wanna know, who the New York kid?
With the New York plates
On the bulletproof truck
Better
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
sleepin'
the war is on kid and it won't last 'til the weekend
I'ma check around until I catch 'em
out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon
[Tariq]
People know me on these streets playa
I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise
What I do is already
your belly, whole block get fed
Empty the block when it's hot with the feds
Fourteen, but don't ride with the kids
Empty the block when it's hot with
what?)
And I'm reppin' blue passion (Huh)
This new fashion (Come here)
Got your bitch on me, got your bitch askin'
(What you want? Huh)
I just flew past
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
for the clique
That's jealous
Asshole
What they call me, yellow
Bone want to bone because the throne what I'm on
Black, blue or yellow
Lambo
Imma drive
your whole block
Rockin swatch watches with no time for jealous coppers watchin
My options: choose or make you lose
Hobgoblins not stopping my hip hop
looking for kids, just get this bitch checked
I won't be fuckin w cops
They say I'm under arrest
See blue and red on the block
My Uber sent me a text
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
You know the block too hot for a cool kid
Finna pop a perc ten and drink two fifths
Up late with ya bitch knocking boots still
Real beef shouldn't
Yah
Whatever road you walk on in life, Make sure you walk on it right
I walk by faith, walk by faith
Not by sight, not by sight
Block what's wrong,
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