Lyrics:
Believe in myself we the millennials
Bro, this is a new
This is a new mentality we not gonna
Control our kids with brands
We’re not gonna teach
Low
a D-Block near you
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk
Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers
And overrated
Call me Mrs Pusherman
Never sold rocks
But I'm selling these bars
Like I'm running these blocks
Call me Mrs Pusherman
Never sold rocks
But I'm
cutest new kid should've seen my face
Brown boy and I'm sittin good with the high fade
On the track flashin like its pics I'm straight snappin
No cappin in
sleepin'
the war is on kid and it won't last 'til the weekend
I'ma check around until I catch 'em
out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
I'll drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
Zee
And the kids were getting smarter every day
One day the kids were going through the English dictionary
Lo and behold they found Fister right in there
And they
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
right there
That's my people they all my peoples man
Shit don't change on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become
Banging that block, yeah we banging that block
Leave you slump, pull the pumpy out the trunk
Momma always told me do what’s right
So followed code till
But I'm sayin kid
it's only right to represent where I'm from
East Coast bottom line, But I represent
wherever I go (what)
I'll be
sleepin'
the war is on kid and it won't last 'til the weekend
I'ma check around until I catch 'em
out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon
that kid with the pump shot gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You
Rell and Mr. Two-Gun Un
And this goes out to those who choose to use disrespectful views on the kid that carry Rugers
The kid that be havin' jewelers
got
(We got)
Underdogs tryna get on top
(On top)
We're just the new kids on the block
We're just the new kids on the block
Oh oh oh
Block
Oh oh oh
currently
Diamonds from persia
But shoes are from germany
Walk down your block like im workin for courtesy
U talk about KBEN an ik him personally
New black
See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me nigga
You better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga
My new name is mother fuckin velcro
Copped the new toy that can't fit under the Christmas tree
If you ain't up to nothing babe run a couple blocks with me
Grown but I feel like a big kid
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,
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
and relax, baby
I'm kicking shit that you can't get with
I'm on your girls' lips like bright red lipstick
I'm old school tip kid, so when I kick it
I come
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right
(Oh really, that's good to know. Met The Connect, I got something New from The Source. Listen)
Right Back Like I Never Left
God Right & The Devil
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