Lyrics:
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Ohhh mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Aye
Listen this is not a love song you heard
Mmm mmm mmm mm mm mmm mmm Aye aye AMB aye
Aye at all this is not a love
Boi its a new time
I got a new grind
Just like a new day
I got a new shine
Bought me some new shoes
For me and the whip
Got me some new things
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view
Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe
Standing alone
on a chick
Her mouth hold kids like a test tube
Got 20 20 vision
Something like a bird watcher
Swag strolling through your block
Like a old honda
Putting out
to take
Since I lost my bro, I ain't been the same
We gon' keep spendin' blocks
Said they feel my pain
Went from catchin' body you gotta name
Went from
thirsty
Cause he bought a mansion in Patterson New Jersey
The house that was owned by Lou Castello
At the age of 25 life was so mellow
A father of 4, each
Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I'm randomly dismantling lies
Alex up the street called, said he saw a bobcat
Keep the pets inside, notify your contacts
New Salem
Brave new voodoo
Wave a witch hammer in
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pussy nigga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
as a pearl, new Queen and Slim, if they die they gon paint us a mural
Gotta watch out for the bureau, hate that i'm spending a check on my kids with my girl
Nigga, you new to the block like a-
Nigga, you new to the block like a-
Nigga you new to the block like a rookie, been stuffing a gram in my sock
the gang, you can't beat 'em, nigga join it
Ain't tap in when you got to Cali, got yo' ass extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta
breakfast
Don't need me any presents
I just need a new dentist
I'm eating all this candy
That I got in my stocking
If you try to steal it
My Glock I'll be
and I always end up cryin' out
Never had a kiss on New Years and I always have bad timing
But I hear every Christmas song just there to remind me
That
songs
Same old coffee this morning
Will I find a way to keep my hands warm for January
Will I find a way this Christmas Eve
Cause it's been lonely
But
a unorganized folder
Growing up in my city I witness new things
I'm also seeing all the negative it brings
I can write a song about the good but instead
This
Baby I done made a love song
But I don't wanna play my love songs
'Cause she still have that one song
'Bout how she treat my love wrong
So I say fuck
should I grow up and sell
She tell him kid you trying to hustle in hell
The PTSD is caused by the bell
And you trying to change too much shit why so swell
hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called
This kind of music, use it,
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
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