Lyrics:
I don't wanna go to school they always fuckin with me
Mom I don't understand such blasphemy
They defiantly and frightfully
Stole my brand new shoes I
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
time
So speak up and talk to me
Before I rock your frame of mind
Yeah
But hold on a minute
Even if I didn't
Yeah I would still rip it
My mind keeps
the worst
Heading for the worst
We can die tonight I don't give a fuck
Before I push that button I'ma blow shit up
Fuck the world, kill the kids
Fuck
There's a new girl on my street
And I might introduce her to my meat
Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping
To crack them legs wide open
Ready
've even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress
I've paid my dues, see this life I didn't choose
My face on the ten o'clock news, shit I refuse
I
Can kiss the tuck of my *** and look for brand new excuses
Why you suck at your craft and if you ask what the proof is
My name is Mykel and I’m liable
City boy but I still bust my air force 1s
Used to be out till late
When my bus don't come
I'm a grime kid well that's news to you
My team move white like
be the big fish
I’m the new age king of lyrical fitness
You didn’t believe in me, now I’m hitting this
How many time must I claim I’m king
Not in rap,
Niggas Like 2 mean Mug
Till They Get Hot Shots
But I Need The Cream Tho,
Early Out The Box
Like Dot
Was Premature (. . . .)
Early On The Block
They
says to him, "I was gon' wait until you got older
But something was on my mind, was pressing, I had to show you
The whole block know me and the whole
day
Motherfuckers don't play
Straight from the Bucktown side of the block
Keep your shit cocked
Like we said, that's when all the madness stops
I
kids every block who watch for that free opportunity
As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop
And you won't even notice your mind will be so
it pours
Gotta bring your poles
Don't cover your nose
A breath of life
And then we pour some more
I'm covered in gold
Nigga better not fold
We
convinced she could handle even two
Said "I want your child or I'm leavin you"
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
on my mind and soul
But I can still burn tracks like candle wax
And I stay on your toes like sandal straps
Rocked since 15, I done grew up in the game
Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride
spit it from the gut, so my core is always sore
You spin a globe, that’s how your ass goes on world tours
I incubate kids that’ll imitate your nig’
You
asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
Fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
(muah)
We'll be so high, you'll swing your feet
I know that you hear it come on groove with the beat (groove with the beat)
Yeah it's the perfect weather
ya by yourself ya number hit me up yup
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind
Cena gon' blow - you goin no place
Snatch your dame, show her my old face
Still walk tall with a staggered stance
Plus I hold on the club like I was
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