Lyrics:
Now I'm living in cell block six, go ahead
Step in my office
Excuse the smell of my armpit's, nutsack
And I can't flush down my shit's
Till the shit's
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
by your side
Fuck this shit I been on a hustle
Fuck it am living this life
She always trippin on me
Told you I got a new game
I call it smash
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
so street wise with glazed over eyes, full of holes and your mouth, open
wide, yellow tape and white chalk
The block's hot, the kids in shock, kids
harder then cash is swung
The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump
Neva! dropin' the blunt
Two for fine rollin'
Eighty nine in the bricks is fifteen
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
started?
Man, my Bar Mitzvah money
But don't diss me buddy, I wasn't one of them younguns up on the block who had nothing to lose
I must've wanted this
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
What a icy kid
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
If i'm
a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
off, shit
How we talk, shit
Don't need no guap, kid
Around yo block, kid
This for yo momma
Make her feel just like a boss bitch
For yo momma
Ay
I ain’t
was a southerner, posing as a, native New Yorker
The Jason kid took his first steps in Jimmy's walker
He stayed on line chattin' with rap celebs
Used
the poor
Alicia +Key+ed his car for givin Melbourne +Moore+
For the Redd +Foxx+ who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora +Cox+ the gun 'cause
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
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
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
down on parole
and put a nigga through the whole damn spiel
This kid lookin' polished
No wonder I got a rap sheet way more enough to fill an album
album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best
Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much
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