Lyrics:
Kid right now, the official
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this?)
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this? Yeah)
He
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
ain't start shit they listen to our shit
They talk shit about us but that shit is foul when
I'm tryna feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
Once upon a time not long ago
When Gonzo was a kid
with no money to show
Before Supreme Team had the corporate beef
When Sean2slow's album was
so you know I'm gonna get it
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's,
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
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
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
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
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
life away, that's a big price to pay
He could've been teachin' his kid how to ride his bike today, stupid
A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest
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