Lyrics:
I'm living
I just be chilling and flexing
Cause I worked toward my spot
White kid from the suburbs
And I rap
The people look a lot
If life's a piece
I was crossing over second street
View was looking heavenly
Drifting from reality and dreaming of some better things
Kid with some broken wings
Guess
don't stop
My mind, my mind
Tic, Tic, Toc
Just kids on the block
Ain't too worried about the hands on the clock
Some kids wake up with their hands
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Patek or the Rich when I go out (Hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (What?)
Uh huh, what's going now?
Slum Village
We back, nigga
What the Fuck
Trinity, y'all
Uh, what going now?
It's
The new day of the
All 360
Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block
ON ME
IMc WcLKING LICK WEN YOU SEE ME ITS c FEE!
VERSE:2 BcNK BOY
Diamond back delton that's my favorite tool
223 just put yo man's all on the news
Fox
brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got
like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna figure it out
Medication for depression that I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
In an episode out in
[Lary Kidd:]
When you see me with that new girl, crois-moi t'es mieux de rien dire
When I see you with that new guy, crois-moi y'est mieux de rien
Shawty on Pinterest, tryna get what her friends get
I could put you on some new shit
I ain't lyin', like true shit
I don't talk it see, I really gotta do
he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen
pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was
emotion
Not even troubled by commotion
It's just the way that I grew up
Ain't no devotion
To anybody that gets close and
Yeah imma young kid
Mixed kid
Far
energy.
You're at war for these mini me's against our enemy.
The awesome powers of distraction in this brand new century They're on attack consistently.
niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late
Album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet
And I just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades
a shitty-ass stock tip
New album comin out the workshop, kid
Mary Christmas to the homies and the blockheads
And the blockheads
Especially them
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
kid, just chill
Cause I'mma get mine
"Look Frank, time has come we gotta expand
The whole operation"
Yo, business is business follow the whiz kid
Flip
SUV is the new Lambo (turbo)
Politics is gettin' serious (haha)
Diplomatic Immunity, Livin' Off Experience
Ayy, let the beat drop, Dipset, D-Block
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