Lyrics:
amount
Of money that someone
Can give you to make you not be creative
If you were born to create so a lot
Of times people try to block
You, block your
That's right, couldn't try that no day
When we roll 'round 'pon your block
Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray
Like a aerosol can
When we roll 'round 'pon
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst-
New Kung Fu Kenny
Throw a steak off the yacht
[Intro: people whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no
then stacking up the love to get by
What we 'bouta see is every day that life a new ride
We gonna ride it out, we shine it out we gonna do right
Aye, new
caused by mf mental Block
Rolling stone trapping stone N***a Crack rock
Kill a N***a imma hire N***a Matlock
New shit that shit better than yo Old shit
momma and kids live
No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
There he go, there he was,
[Intro]
There's one brain
There's two halves to one brain
One half's the pen, the other half's a steel
Check the story
[Chorus 2X]
Pain, yo, is all
a crazy place plagued by evil men
Who don't care about your family
Your women
Your Children
Instead they see a dollar sign lining the block
It's like a car
pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s mid
You’re
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
nothing tucked
Bang
Beat a nigga with some num chucks
Damn
Bitch im rockin new balance i don't wear chucks
Neva that
Posted on the block with some cluckas
Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle
I'm that new kid on the block
Making bangers, this heat gon make you bop
2k on the run
And thank for warming my throne niqqa
My old friends cool but
a couple bags
Lines wrapped around the block from the front to back
See the way I walk this is planet earth
They can slide by the crib I'm a hand em work
How
knifed for an iPod kids dying
And the ops posted up 2 blocks away
Still takes 'em 60 minutes just to come and chalk the grave
repent
Blood magic shouldn't let Myra see me working with the spirits
New baby mama I regret but not the kid that's the bm that ion claim
Whole new baby
Written By: Derrick Wyatt
Ima go and run the game so you can sit down
I’m not gonna stop until I go and get the crown
Remember when you didn’t
Intro: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
It is written [manifest]
That all men are brothers [prophecy]
We come like blood brothers [word is bond]
Cause blood
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
the thing is in New York, even
That corner store know that any minute, shit
He could get evicted and replaced
By some fucking organic spinach
So it's every
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