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lesson, always asking brand new questions
Uh
Like why’s the sky blue, grass green
Childhood the real meaning if you ask me
I don’t mind if the good times
am in love with her for real
Her smile, yeah, I swear it's so pretty
I want to ask you 21 questions like I'm 50
I want to take you see the stars all
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them niggas flashin' like papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
I remember, when I was much younger than now
I used to sit and listen to the news
I was the only child
And another day, and another night
Wishing
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
getting low mane[00:52.35]But way up 5th floor bro mane[00:55.21]Bitch I'm bout to bust a move soul train[00:57.81]Balling reporting live from
Blurring lines every day
Living double lives, no one ever realized it
Skin flawless for now
But they're still riding the
Wave of your tears
Rumors spread by
they mouth for
McGruff the Crime Hound, droppin' the nine sound
From New York to out of town be knockin' them dimes down
This is how we do it in
heart into a
Project they don't even own
Between Somewhere, out in New York living my
Dream I've been told
Sway, thank you for having me
Back on the show
It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like
Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's
cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
>From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Flow from New York to Michigan
of friends, finna make a million fans
ab make some new connections, go and shake on plenty hands
since a kid a thing for getting silly bands
50 cent jus aint
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga,
the question
But Young Blesson is too an adolescent
Can I live i'm with the homies, on the gram
Hit a comment finna be
Scuba diving in that pussy
Yeah man,
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
That were faded from the store
And that old couch
We'd pull the cushions off if we found fifty cents
We'd go crazy, we thought we were rich, mmhm
knows you
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven,
Putting Emcees in, positions to prevent 'em from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
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