Lyrics:
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
out with the old in with the new
Get the money my occupation
You broke you an abomination
Tell who weak minded by conversation
It's a man's world
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
think I gotta switch
Niggas be feeling a way bout the kid
At me in mentions I ain't with the dissin'
Say L-O-L then suit up for a hit
I don't got shit
kid, that's dummy lit
I feel like Nino Brown with a money clip
Rollin' big J's with the funky tip
Hangin' up niggas like ornaments
With performances we
coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
a tough neighborhood
No code for the Youth who are misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through
his way out of jail
If he was black his white ass be sittin' in the cell (white privilege)
For killin' those two people that kid is not sorry
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
like a cock so i trot these blocks
Feeling like I got a ménage à trois
When i actually got high 'fore i walked out
World feeling new, go explore like
got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'
a jack in a minute
Got dem Hoochy's gettin' freaky in the
Backroom 'cause on the microphone I'm
Funky like the bathroom
It's just a new Generation
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
cool like cool whip
I do not wanna be a part of your new cliq
I rather be all by myself on the way to an island on a cruise ship
You know I gotta move
by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with
either live poor or die by cops
I been stuck for the last 3 months
Dolo in these slumps
One day it's Kobe dying
Next day it's covid virus
Next day it's
leaves my bodily shell
I believe to receive a new vale
Of some conscious subconscious abode
Chose by few on the positive road
A man is judged by
Cuz i done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin there, body down, stretched
find me
Hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami
With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me
Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
or ask
Got that 40 hangin' out, that's gon' make a nigga crash
Better duck your fuckin' taco before we get up on your ass
We the littest in the city, they
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