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Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
This neighborhood is full of mutts
Barking kids and arguments
People yell from block to block
And quiet down by ten o'clock
They blow their
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
and dance
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know
They walk the line
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
your bid and kill no kids
Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas,
whenever
Whatever the weather
They'll never be better
Forever be lesser
I bring in the terror
No effort
But still they don't wanna acknowledge the kid
They
the clubs, cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise
never spends loot
For the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laugh
So they giggle for the grits and, when they get close
They start skitz-in, not
reloaded new motive new aim
Staying on cruise control
Pops wonder if he gonna lose his soul.
That's on the usual
Tryna break even 2 to 4
Problems went from
move my next chess piece
Prove to me that you like my music by sending pics of your breasts please
She don't really like flowers and shit but I'm the one
you copy my style
See as we dey bump
We dey bump and grind
You be wey rey
Why you dey Jack my swag
See as we dey cruise
We dey run this town
You be wey
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
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
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
Well she says he's got money in the bank & a house by the beach
She says he's great with kids and he'd really love to teach
She says he's drives
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look
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