Lyrics:
Knife cuts
Gunshots everything on the block
Doctors, lawyers,
Engineers
Teachers, cops everything on the block
Asking what I want indeed
Simply everything
[Intro]
What? Yeah
Boy (What?)
[Chorus]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
For when my kid kid kids have kids
Everything we did
You the new kid on the block, lil' bitch, stop actin' like you own it
I just bought me a new Glock, I feel like Pop, cause I'm a smoke it
Anytime you
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
will
I'll see you in the new world
Wait for me in paradise
People seeking fame off your
Name the little parasites on a bag of hype
Blud it sends me mad
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
You can run the streets with your thugs (ayo Storm)
I'll be waitin' for you (honestly, I think I can fuck with a motherfucka like you)
Until you
Something sinister, raps that minister
You mortals don't want combat
I'll block and finish ya
I'm seriously dope, I'm crack, I'm venomous
And you are
May the force be with you
And everything you into, I I said
May the force be with you
And everything you into dJ ILL WILL
I grew up in that d i r
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
a New England fan yeah the Brady bunch
I'll eat your breakfast and take your lunch
Bars over bullshit like a hardcore mastermind
And I'm giving you
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
When I pull up on the block like skrt
Get it by the pound, so it's not light work
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
but have your hand grenade
So you can blow the motherfucker away
Beep, beep, I gotta make a sale so I can eat
So Prazwell, grab the mic and be
seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the Bowery
Lightning strike! Old New York!
Everything's light! Strike!
Hey ho such a night
I'll see y'all when
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