Lyrics:
brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
Yo, Listen
New glock i'm ready to ride out
Knee deep in the hood can't climb out
Buss this gun till it's dried out
If your hiding we aim where you
I been on the run for weeks
don't think none of you niggas can come for me
Both of my kids got it honestly
I'm the real deal, all the way, I don't
Because I'm hearing something
I'm out of this chapter
I'm feeling something
I Got a new vision
Of the new kid
And they're scared now
Because he takes their
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish
I was a kid again
I'm from the struggle just like you
Born gutta out these slums
EBT is how we ate
And mama
glock clips
So get the fuck out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right
And keeping it tight up in
and got some new wap
Whole lot of money inside the garage, she want a Ménage
Big booty bitch look like Nicki Minaj, she don't need job
All about my paper
It's like shit is coming down from the motherfuckin' heavens
It's a new motherfuckin' day
Get down or lay down
Ay yo, turn the fuck up
Ay yo, fuck
of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow
To the extreme, I rock a mic
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
shots stay a come up
Out them hammers at light speed, make it a hot summer
In' New York, New York aka Ground Zero
The Big Apple, with the worms in
a fuck if we dont claim the same set
Real nigga i am i remain that
Know you better get homie a new state of mind
For this russian mac be where his brains
Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light
I'm handlin' business
Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
My niggas don't
paper forty holder
With steel shining out the side so you know its over for them boulders
On the block you see flashing lights day and night
And today can
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
calling? Right now full of endo
Thirty minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin' rocks until you turn your light on and say, "Go home"
Don't
Where she was met by red and blue lights
cnd still cops rush her
With eyes owl eyes in the background
Now he's leading her through the gaze
cnd she's
face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon, draws from the dime block
They had it clickin' but today, it's some new slimes out
Instagram
and y'all know my pedigree
Music the death of me, music is life to me
I do this shit so my kids don't feel poverty
Invest in some properties, baby girl proper
plays fuck me
Kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot
You don't wanna get next to
Like 50's
soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
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