Lyrics:
I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy
The kid with the twisted face
The new face of Shady
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede
Shit was all bulletproof
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
Intro:
This Bob Billiard for the Entertainment News
In the news today yoth rapper Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
is rapidly climbing the charts
I've been in the dirt, put in the time
Give me that money, I just wanna fly
Step in the game and I say do or die
It's a new pen on the paper this
I feel like a underdog in this business I'm making music they don't listen
Couple bitches said fuck my feelings momma don't even listen
Step daddy
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
I'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah, uh
And I wanna dedicate this album to my son
Chad Butler, the second
In the memory of my step-father
Rest in peace it's UGK,
wife and kids
On some real New York shit
Hoodie fitted and some Tims
And I'm from New York
Know I'm always repping when it's brick out
Know I'm still
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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
Here's a little bit of Old School for you
That goes a little somethin' like this
I always try to be the flyest kid on the block
The popular one with
money maker, I used to know the struggle
Kids see ghost so I ghost her like no other
I was posted on the block, so I know how to hustle
I was only 14
Can tell that she shy but it's fine by me
If you step in my life, gotta Follow My Lead
Come fuck with a G, better come and see how a young fly nigga
the name of a.n.g
And i come from the streets
Known at Starling park
As the new kid on the block
That was
Bullying Pete
Then I just
Came to the mainstream
touch, it's rough tackle
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
The whole team
Bad cop, good cop, what you really need?
Pull up to the block promise you won't get robbed
Step up to the spot
Meet you at the deli round' four
Let's bring it back to them blocks off the new lots
Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box
You grew a lot
But I schooled you how to do drops
In my
from it and we all gonna' stack up
That's what you gotta' do if you ever want to rack up
Can do it by myself but I'm still keeping my backup
New dunks
take a step in front
So I can taste, something new and true I crave
For so long I had no wave like
Surfing at the calmest bay
As a kid I dream away
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names
Read themselves above me
I still see no change, like Pac said
Black youth slowly fade
Sad!
Another new kid on the crew
Tomorrow is dead, system is made
Keep a 30 M safe at the crib
Ridin round town big glitter big drip
Wok hard on me keep it low how it is
Got more money since I got no friends
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