Lyrics:
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
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
listen to Edi
You gonna have to go through it but please believe me
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
I'm stuck inside this music
Please don't let me out
I made me a beat last night
Then I slid on it
I was feeling like I wanna dance so I did
Know them
I seen this girl, walking down the block
I said, "wait!"
"Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?"
"Have some donuts and milk?"
"Listen to a pop tune
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
at your brain
Homie gettin' touched
It's bloody Halloween
Wash you out if you ain't lit enough
(Yes, sir) my bitch tryna go behind my back
But I don't give
By the bus stop
Most of the room didn't make it, the kid was like
In my different bag oh God I want my baby back
What about the girl in the drop
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
don’t love me I
Real girl dont love me, I swear I've been through this
Side bitch still want me, I don’t wanna do it
I might go piss on the mic, on some
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
(uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger
was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't
the thought of the long haired beatle in the
19th century sanctuary. Please stop this nonsense.
Go home. We don't like people like you.
Go to a doctor to be
If it ain't about the freedom
Please don't talk to the girl, don't even walk to the girl
If it ain't about the freedom
Nah, please, don't say a word.
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
with no skates
No tuck i out on display
Forgetting the visine she ask why I'm tinted during the day
Like I need the new jays in a 9 please
I needa get
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
you please
Homie I'm me that's all I could be
Not tryna get me a spot on the team
Listen or go follow or don't
I got a message yeah I got flow
Think I
at last
We was up at the party
But we was leavin' fast
Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas
I'm lyin', I needed condoms
Don't look through the glass
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