Lyrics:
I'ma up seventeen times, yeah
I made it off my block, I feel I graduated
I just got a pistol for Christmas, boy don't get decorated
Never sober,
over the kid
I’m fighting these demons
Lotta nights I went sleepless
I’m on the road to E-way
From the jects gotta cop me a PJ
Told my momma don’t worry
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sisters Macbook
I got you niggas nervous like a pop
medullas
'Cause I said so my nigga, you screwed up
Make him big till he pop like Rasputia
Kid Cudi games at night, I build forts (What)
By daytime, it has
King and Queens
We were pawned by crooks
Do some soul searching
You can't find this in a book
Here's a new look
They put liquor stores
On every
sneakers yeah
Rock out, and smoke reefer yeah
Crazy kid need a beaten yeah
I'm too cold
I'm anemic yeah
Floating by in a demon yeah
Change clothes change
So im right off the rip
And that bitch she was suckin my dick
Why she askin me to wife her
Why she be talkin bout having some kids
But you know I
pop
I don't go inside of Kid Rocks Big Ass Honky Tonk and I'm fucking local
Plus every lead singer on Broadway botches all the vocals
To the same
Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
it den you die by Da revoler
Big body lane changing new drop top
Never close up shop when da block Hot
Hit my line we backed in at da trap Spot
Work yo
reach for your wallet
Any little thing could get you shot
Fifteen churches on the same block
Box Chevys with the air shocks
Same song playing with
reach for your wallet
Any little thing could get you shot
Fifteen churches on the same block
Box Chevys with the air shocks
Same song playing with
stand on da' business
I was just losin' my men, man I'm missin' my members
It was cold eshit' durin' christmas
Lost my auntie, then I turned to a sinner
I
She moved her nigga in
She dont gotta creep no more
Hi kids do you like thug life
Do you wanna get shot
In your motherfuckin dome twice
Do you wanna
the best
Every Christmas year living room was Toys R Us
Enough clothes to slap a flee market right back to New York
And turn a foot locker back into a school
Shhh
Lower ya tone you do not speaking when im talking
Dropped me a song and i got new deposit
They say i went ghost I really just locked in
I be
on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone,
Look, I know they wanna beef me cause I'm lit And I don't like to talk, they got it twisted About the kid shit
Anywhere I walk, you know I got it
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
by
I was on a road trip somewhere new with my best friend, and turned to him and said
I wanna work part time, minimum wage, by myself, and preferably
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
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