Lyrics:
could go back just once
Man I miss the old New York, I'll fuck around and get fronts
You kids front like you tough but you snitching
You'll do anything
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block
But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "you tell me?
I don't know, ed lover, Dr. Dre and heavy d?"
I
the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids
Cost a lot to please everybody
Can't even please the ones important
I live in Europe i love them muscle cars
Go hard and get them imported (go)
I've been on top of shit, so everybody standing under me
Put this work up on my back, nobody can not front on me
Been going hard, I'm too lit, let me
writin' your bitch back
They was talkin' shit? Well
I guess that I missed that
Uhhh i'm too nice wit' it
Itchin' for the throne
Got some new lice in it
I'm
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
it back on a nigga one time
Set it off on em kids both times
She gon ride so I let her hold the work one time
Shorty runnin thru mind
I think imma hit
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
sinking"
Everybody's wack can new groups comin' back
They on Arsenio, ???? on video
Watch this clownrhyme that's payed for a primetime
Everybody's mean,
This nigga A$AP Rocky fuckin' on Rihanna (whoa)
Everybody mad at stuff, shit is the new normal
The feds is on Clubhouse, don't say I didn't warn you
they gon slide but never spin back
Said they gon spin but never did
Okay okay, call me Jimmy put a rocket to your face
Just got a brand new choppa' had
time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be
a new set of laws
And we'll still break those
Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
Nike sneakers on my feet
police walking up knowing they can't talk to us
Ain't no stopping this re rock from hitting the block with us
I'm on some new shit you couldn't see with
new souls
Got old ways
we new kids
Always a rookie
No go pro
Like movies
We back in
Like we never left
Yo bips tell em why we talking
Killas back, I
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
to the shoe
Started really seeing
what that money a do
Got on the block yeah I flipped it by 2
But I Wasn’t happy with the prices it drew
I want
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
packin' (packin')
New kid gun on a nigga, no lackin' (no lackin')
This what's brackin' (what's brackin')
Big B's over here, nigga, know what hattenin'
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