Lyrics:
I'm like the new kid on an old block
Got my shoestrings untied but I'm too scared to stop
Mamma always warned me about them good lies
Said she fell
was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make
you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear
a lemon
Oochie Louie Findy, me and Sexy Cindy
Riding around the block as if I was in the Indy
Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and
They know
for 20 tapes
Family visit's I look forward to
And on my back I got a new tattoo
The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride
One day soon
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, 9th
the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
With a new flow medley outgrow when you step back
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
Nobody loves me, nobody cares
I dreamed about a life but I'm livin' in a nightmare
Paranoid schizo, set back, snowbound
Bad news psycho, heart
Everybody toting glocks
For the kids coming up
Be who you are
Not who you not
Own your history
Your past
Live everyday like it's your last
We got the same 24
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
fakin jacks don't max cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the jeal' niggaz tryin to get what you got (true)
Count your dough slow, never flash
to J.F.K., news spread he's back in town
Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to ball
cfter
to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said.
This is your introduction to the new
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited,
on this motherfucker
Grannies, kids, nigga old people, dogs, cats
I don't give a fuck when i'm walking through the block, nigga everybody moving
You
96 new
Or maybe 97, 24-7 I'm puttin in work
And then I got.....
Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it
Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it
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