Lyrics:
I’m riding on a cruise like I’m Ni Cole Kidman
I just shit gold
Maybe why the kid don’t fit in
Wassup
Check ya flip phone
If you really tryna chase
to smoke while we cruise
Picture me rolling like pac
Hip hops Langston Hughes
Heaven or hell, locked in a cell
Or free to live as I choose
And fuck your
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
or dive deep in the galaxy
Left my fears in the 5th dimension
Nothing to lose
Fuck it
Lets just cruise
Cosmos chilling
Boundaries are endless
Bumpin kid
Spark
Pants by Chrome Heart
Tart
Stank kitty tart
Smart with the green
Marc Smart
Narc
Yellow badge like Bart
Geeking jaded faded just because
face, Gemini kid, it's too late (okay) we off in the deep end full shade
New ways (woah) to break bread, play the game touche Take off in the Vesper V8
Cave
Let's cruise on down the shore, pretend it's Christmas all day
Oh by the way
This one might feel like a slap in the face
There ain't no gospel in
to Grand Prix's bitch I cruise
Leather seats I had a regal too
OVI I'm swerving like a fool
Man I miss my fucking Malibu
First young nigga with a whip now
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma need a new house Babies need some new shoes
I went and bought a new chain I
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma
my broski Gene, like call up the jeweler
I just spent some cash on a pinky ring
Just made some brand new shmoney, what the fuck you think
And bitch
top 50
Let me tell you why my team's certy
I slept in my friend's bedroom in New Jersey
Woke up early, tryin' to catch the worm in the Big Apple
Inna Bando we cookin' dickhead snitchin' you see me lurk on block you trippin
Catch a enemy bun them the next week end
His face on a news he's
to make the booty bounce
If you know me dog then you know this aint nothing new
I been fly i don't got to wait to have a few
You're like a kid stealing zans
We're just the new kids
Dropped out of schools kids
Here to have fun
Off to Coachella
With my Cinderella
On South 101
Like we're just kids, first
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the name of a.n.g
And i come from the streets
Known at Starling park
As the new kid on the block
That was
Bullying Pete
Then I just
Came to the mainstream
touch, it's rough tackle
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
The whole team
Let's bring it back to them blocks off the new lots
Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box
You grew a lot
But I schooled you how to do drops
In my
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