Lyrics:
rappers be thinking in every city, yo
[Kazi]
Yeah, you want to fight don't ya, you want to bite don't ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
want a big bag, big bag, big house, big stash, a lot of cash
Kid straight, fam straight
I ran it up, you know I get a lot of that
Fam straight, kid
hearing you now
Say it how you wanna say it, fuck the sensitive beef
Millionaire rappers acting like they're still in the streets
But I ain't here to give
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
did you get? (New stick)
I say it's up, that mean it's stuck (I got a new stick)
Run out of bullets, you run out of luck (I got a new stick)
One in
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
the project that you've never seen the memory of a hero
I'm the new kid on the block
Everything I do I put it on God
Keep my head high like nothing can stop me
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day,
and a new block no trip I been an aggressor
These other artists got the views and all that they do
Is finding a bitch and try to impress her
Like nigga you
star mission
He was good in school but school too slow
Part group though
The Gustos you know the type of street kids who shoot those
ct studios
Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we dazzle off this bloody version of 'Glaciers'
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same
started it
Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
New slang, new thought, new sound
Who's heart you thought you had?
You
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
I can't believe it myself man
Twelve singles, numerous music videos, gang of freestyles
Competed and made it to the semifinals and
The final four
niggas out here
None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it
on the block
Summertime, block parties, cookouts
I spent my knot
Truly, niggas was fightin' over who
Was closest to me
Happy with the new representative of QB
like Puffy and Mase
On our jiggy shit, you feel me?
And right before it releases
This bullshit happens
Tyler here, and I'm makin' this video
Just
shorts for a second
So I can figure out how to get it off
I'm Fabulous
You're the bottom of the averages
You're music taste is as new
As those kids Patch
have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You
Give me a new one, of them
Back to the States, new whip
Put it to the block, new stick
But I don't gotta touch the pole, lil brother ready to shoot
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