Lyrics:
problems that I can't fix
Me and everybody really don't mix
By myself chillin only think that make sense
OutKast kid in the basement
I don't make love, I
the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers
Yo, everybody want to shine
[La the Darkman]
Yo, you want to be me
Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
What you gonna do? Kids are
Remind me of '87 when
Niggas was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four
caught a body back in verse one
Prolly shoulda went to class you had the chance
Now you tryin to raise a kid on a lap dance
You got a lotta s* to cry about
what
Hell yeh I party, So What Fuck everybody, So What
They saying that Im going way too hard, I tell them so what
Bitch I tell them So What
By the end
Everybody got some money, but they not rich
Yeah you niggas want some smoke, but won't pop shit
Stop this, first of the month we on the block bitch
I took his
a trip to London just to go to the mall
You heard I took a couple backstreets just to get to the block
I think I should let you know
I got a thing for
So find a new hobby
With emcees I see food
Like calamari
Y'all pray for fame
But don't work
That's kind of alarming
All my bitches treat me
Like I'm
with me
Ara liya flos, next level bling bling
Just in case we had a face to face
Lean back, no snitches
Get out of my way
Pull it back, the new code
all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back on the block, what
blocks me and the boys band together like we backstreet
Exactly, Imma make you feel my pain, a renegade
That segregate your love ones, we gon go call that
a nigga up on top
I don’t like wearing my socks
Not when I’m up on my block
White on black crime needs to stop
Even ones done by the cops
Come ball with me
you'st to tell everybody back in the day you know when I was a kid
I was ashamed to be a billups
But you know I figured out what the meaning of my real
ways as a kid
I was loved by everybody, but I seen true colors by people
Even back then, I was cool with my own dead opps
I started bangin, seen the true
For those about to lose their minds, we gotta remember (yeah)
That in the worst of times, we can make the best of times
Turn it up
New Kids
taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
could run shit
Summer camp getting high on the bunk beds
Summer plans getting fly for the function
You know that I was getting by as a young kid
Back
comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause they wanna get paid
Everybody late and Ima
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
this
Everybody
Got this
We
We got this
Any block
We rock this
Any spot
We got this
We
We got this
We
We got this
Girls
We we got this
Fellas
We got this
and your hollerin' back
Sippin the fits you skip when shit cracks
They never missed it
Not a long haul, bullshit, kids kicked into the sink
Shoebox, with
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