Lyrics:
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
skies are blue but blue skies are white
So when we all disappear
We see the light in our eyes it feels true to our eyes
No let’s not despise one another
through the haze of the smoke from the flashbangs.
Then somebody with a Fox News stare
must have called the law, told them which block and who's there,
Yeah, new loner, who this
New grip, no kick
Keep a rubber, no kids
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
New loner, who this
New grip, no
the Only reason why I'm winning
Only reason why I'm getting cash by the minute
Aks somebody in here
Got my blue flag down
And my deuce up now
Like I'm eying
to get by by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
I'm choppin the wagon
Dark navy blue six speed, six air-bags
Even if this shit crash, feel like Six Flags
And ya'll niggaz can't block my shells
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
grade, mom and dad decided to move
Once upon a time, there was a new kid on the block
In the Chicago area called Morgan Park
Apartment to a house so it was
do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
it better be
I block her number she dead to me
Women they never could better me
They try to tell me it's jealousy
Mama always told me keep my head up
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
the kids dance (ayy), women lick my anus (woah)
Think pieces on me, New York Times, I made it (woah)
I'm fuckin' like a fable, doggy style whilr she kegels
It's that new kid on the block
New kid on the block type shit
New kid on the block
And she really want my cock
And this song aint even drop
But she
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
Guess they wanna see me park
drug zone, we was grindin' up the charts
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartiers
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't
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