Lyrics:
warning today
From his hospital bed Drip fed Fred vowed he was here to stay
I'll tell you something for nothing (he's claimed) never in all my days
Have
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
a nothing fake a coulda come pass my border. Till the end of my days, gauge all my strength and my powers in the almighty father.
Verse 1 (Galactick)
you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
the streets, 'cause that's all that I got
From ones I've laid in the past and the new heads I just cracked
But all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush
me
Vlone my body and legs rocking Ksubis
Wake up fresh as hell every day it's a new me
Bitches hit my phone every day like some groupies just another
Still rattling
And they're all claiming they blast
It's nothing but a pain in the arse
Will it matter when my mixtape's
On display like a mannequin?
Then,
we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans
sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel
Now you
as a lock
But all things will be opened as sure as you knock
The third day, the old fish rose from his bed
With his stomach tore up and a pain in his head
He
now a fear
I believe I must leave
So, I carry on
Somewhere new
Where too
Here's a clue, clue, clue
Nothing here for me
But my daughter needs me
She will
the man and I'm winning now
That shit ain't nothing to me
And all these hunnids that I'm pulling out
It's a lot to you but ain't nothing to me
It's
the street, now a nigga really married to this shit
I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all this grip
Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix
really getting rich
Used to smoke a dub every day, now Im just blowin zips
Used to want sex every day, now I just want some lip.
Verse:
Controlled by my
cocaine was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, another level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the scene gotta make my green,
Make my weight by any means,
as a surprise to you no more
Yeah, it ain't like before
First time to the third time
I saw a life chain with no alarm
I saw friends change by the clock time
Majestic stature, and for being an all-round
Inconsiderate little git
Who's this? The true prince of nuisance
Cruise in, whoops
You're going to need a new
Open your third eye, dawg
I'm serious
The one percent, the rich in positions of power
Live cushioned lives while we fight for ours
24 hours, day
by any means
I got a pocketfull of dreams
Baby i’m from new york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in
Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good God
Cause we don't get two of em
I was told that oil and water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
wreck
Up by the neck
In the body of the Savior, I reside
While his spirit dwells inside me
Sharing all the Intel
Telling me the end of the tale
Giving me
eye I can spot me a faker
It's the same old game baby
Just new haters
Nigga I'm still in the making
Can't meet my maker
Every day go by I get greater
Come wit some problems, know K get it dealt
Third person K talking, he do by himself
Took like two bands, I spent that on a belt
If I knew any better,
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