Lyrics:
for kids
My bitch gat a fat ass, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
My New chain chilling, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
I Gat my own drugs, N4k, this shit
some people'll steal me
I knew these two dudes that's always
Been homies since fifth grade
Always schemin' on the block
Selling crack to get paid
Now
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block
I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me, I'm holdin
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
Still get promo and hit more trees than Sonny Bono
Go head, talk shit, I'm why you gossip and babble
Cuz I got that wordplay like a game of Scrabble
I'm
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
denying
Keep applying everything learned like a Mayan
Peep game, see the signs on the block
Domain, got to run from the cops
Don't move, bullets scream from
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
to get that cream
it was hard but i did it graduated to the big screen
now im on tour and the kid got bigger dreams
chorus
you cant help me ive been away
grade, mom and dad decided to move
Once upon a time, there was a new kid on the block
In the Chicago area called Morgan Park
Apartment to a house so it was
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
And You Fellas Who Don't Know My Game
Yes I'm Called The Prnce of Soul
But Others Call Me The Kid Creole
The MC Delight, Young Ladies Bite
When I'm
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
the bass and that limelight glow
I know
(You thinking that this game is over)
Oh no
(The wait is over)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em
niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
thoughts, it's adios
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
The ego
Gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
D'Evils, stay with the scripture
What your
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
when ya claimin ya gang bang
Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games
When you was
gets
Drug game, I stopped feeling it, took myself off the scene
My people kept dealin', took a while to break free
Life is crazy when you don't give
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
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