Lyrics:
bring in all of my Gs, yeah, all of my thugs, we're all gonna eat
I've got bruddas on blocks, on curbs
Push the green ASAP with the work
I've got
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Today we gather
To celebrate the birth of new beginnings
The change the trenches been waitin' on
All the struggles I went through
To get this far
I
how it is in the streets of L.A.
People gettin killed today
You smile now and later you die
By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly
show
Well known cappers wanna act Hollywood but they never left the block tho
Even if my body left spirit still ain't make it out
Working like I'm not
Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice
Get some damn cash
Call UNC, need a new
Spot, somewhere to crash at
I'm gone now, still by the zone
Now, finna get my thrown now
I smoke loud you
don’t Care if she is or she not/
Today in third Block, he’s gonna shoot his shot/
In the middle of dreamin, Russ stopped, dead in his tracks/
Frozen,
wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil
rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
Today I lost a load of keys
Now I'm circling the blocks I leave each morning
A teacher in his forties, timid, boring
In the shits with kids who can't
Life's a motherfucking trip you know
I'm a take you to my avenues and shit
Real talk
Life's a trip every time I pass through the block
I just sit
like driving round in a city
In a whip that is not even German
Sies
Hottest MC on the block
One's in my circle said kid don't you stop
They the one's
and recalibrate
A plan to navigate
Move forward push the strategy
And give thanks to the greatest
A new wave, Catch me outside
I leave on a Tuesday
Be back by next
lock and key
Most definitely got the flow so let me shoplift the show
from under, the nose of the mediocre joker
for the mic last week, yeah I was
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
Yeah
It's dedicated
Dedicated to my homie in the cell Lil' Jimmy
His light bill due and his kids need shoes
He write at 16 just to help him get
Crack, my name'll never be forgotten
Livin' in the NY city that's rotten
Niggas on the block still schemin' and plottin'
Wonderin' if my squad gon' stop
here!
Alright! What up y'all? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick Fat Pat
He goes "Ha ha ha ha"
friends in school, Kids ain't show me fun
Helped some avoid zeros, some still owe me one
Used to skip lunch, baggie jeans and hoodie on
Eating chicken,
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just
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