Lyrics:
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you
She caught the bus at 5:06
That's in the AM for all you little trust-fund kids.
And it's a 45 minute trip
If she ain't in by 6, she'll catch
the first time
Kids in my block going
Loco they busting through my front door
My two piece pretty polos
PJs with the loafs tho
Kick me round the block
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
born, uh
To meet up with this kid by the name of X
Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin', we was always
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
you with a chrome fo', that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
my energy
Feelin the priv and she startin to feel on me
Feelin my sweater she warm
Throwin em hips on my new saint laurent
Pop me a addy she wet up
She
takin' too much toll on the kids
But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there
Tryna take the clique legit and not to make West End clubs
Turn a night party to a day party
Turn the day party to a block party
Turn the block party to a house party
It’s going down yea
It’s going down aye
naked you get slayed
Swerving in a new range
All blacked out like Bruce Wayne
Karate kid no Liu Kang
So what these haters talking bout
Flyer than a jet
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
grade, mom and dad decided to move
Once upon a time, there was a new kid on the block
In the Chicago area called Morgan Park
Apartment to a house so it was
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