Lyrics:
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
by the interstate
And make your girl a trap queen
If she’s 17 to 38
I been snapping like the sound
From a new whip
I’ll snatch your lung out just
I like chics
Like FKA Twigs
With your lil blonde wig
And your Instagram pics
Tryna get likes
Tryna get by
I used to live
In a warehouse in Bed Stuy
da hood
Bar by the bank
Atm then a drink
Roll up a l
Talking on my cell
Looking up the block
Waving hi to the cops
But they Neva around
When
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
Track Eins, step rein, Info-Part
Guck es geht mit 'nem Tape was bewegt - gif-Format
Nicht normal, wie wir in die Charts krachen
Mietwagen, Piece-Platten
or molly up in that chicken sandwich
Niggas was online like the new Jordan's comin' out
Kanye promotin' God 'cause his new album comin' out
But really he
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
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
left like a zombie
Them hundreds on me feeling like a clock
Block the punch but you can't block the shot
My time is up and know I can get knocked
No
Stop by the block, and I sold me a block (serve)
I poured a drop, I was sittin' in the drop (drank)
Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot
Now we
commonplace
Switch the cadence, showin' no patience
Pleasure to meet your acquaintance
New kid on the block, cooking this beat
Hope you enjoy the fragrance
I'm Frank
Told me dumb it down for da new kids
Nah keep it ruthless
Ima threat
Gottem by they necks
Pressure on makes sense why the calling me
They only ride when the weather is warm
You by yourself once you step in the storm
I got a talent the blessing is raw
I could do any flow
She told me
boys just hit them with the flashback
Gotta fat ass, Birkin bag, with a cold brew
Other bitches is lame but me imma whole mood
Step into my bag let them
school but you banging Instead, and now you ain't here
Got some some other cat coming in, now he raising your kids and he dad of the year
While you locked
come with a price tag, when I step on ya block ima light it up, man a nigga been feeling like mike Jack, ya baby girl wanna ride with us, I be right
shooting Yu-Gi-Oh
You better watch your fucking step you’re in the murder zone Im on the lowI’m writing versus on a burner phone
My style gottem trippin
nigga
Best believe I bring her son up
Ten steps ahead give a fuck about a one up
Run up ha
Got her nigga with the snatches
Eat it in the backseat
It's up
home to the crew crib
Step onto the block like the new kids
Open up the doors for my two friends
Lock the car, I'm not foolish
Tired from the night out,
jus caught me a body
In her guts, left my kids in her lobby
Skrt off in that brand new Bugatti
Louis V hold the 40 on side me
Wait, Who want war wit us
on getting a mill
Or moving they moms to house ona hills
Every season nun new trynna Score like the bills
Addicted lifestyle Shit a give you the chills
Said
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