Lyrics:
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
been cold, they hate the word forgiveness
So I close my eyes, b*tch, I ain't even gonna witness
N*ggas see how I come, so they c*ck block
By the way she
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you
and get killed in the field
And death still might come got a tumor in my lung
Got got by them kids where them Sooners is from (Mother fuckers)
Sometimes
the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like
The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces
Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck
The new stuff same kid
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
a euphoric feeling, uh
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who
a swim and
I came out too damped
The clock flying by the sun been shining and beaming
I'm drying up realize how I enhanced
Went from a demon kid to a young
probably like, damn, yo
"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
soon be makin'
and once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin'
See my man Pop or Die from the block
niggas wearin' reverse as we handle
You know the block too hot for a cool kid
Finna pop a perc ten and drink two fifths
Up late with ya bitch knocking boots still
Real beef shouldn't
Block stay hot cuz I'm fucking with the algorithm
Real as rain bad as Cain how much are you gonna give em?
Sit around kids and listen to a fable
Make
Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp
Block on the way there mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
turned his block to Five Guys
I got hippie lungs, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain't livin' sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck
down in the ten by fo', 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,
pee
Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T
You gon get in my hair"
I'm like "so what B?" i go New York on em'
I got a new talk for em' niggas want
[Verse 1: Frank Knight]
This just in I still tend to pop out thorough
I represent all of New York, but you know my borough
Where you can L catch
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
salon
So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton
Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No)
They always wanna shine like the sun
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