Lyrics:
Nobody's comin' for me
Like a little splinter buried in your skin
Someone else can carve it out but when you've got the pin
It hurts a little less
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
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
on every new fad and faze
Regardless to whether there's talent or not
And most times it's the talent they haven't got
But that don't matter in this day
Well I got up this morning -- I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning
I was a pretty
Good kid i never really got
Into too much trouble
But it would always lurk around the corner
Just waiting for the right moment
Haven't
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of
The caliber of discounts
Indicated by the presence of
A heart-shaped object in your community
Hey kid, look at you! Right
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
made new is
So I got stuff I need to prove to me
Got stuff I really need to prove to myself
It's been a minute think i need a couple new trophies
no shoes on his feet
What an amaze it is to see
Quick you need new spec cause you've been clearly defeat
Dopest phones on his dome analyze the stanza
fight you, Try to take her from me
'Cause she's all I got
'Cause she's all I got
[Chorus]
You got
Baby you got that good stuff
Good love
Put it
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
My diamonds be VVs (VVs)
They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news (the news)
I got
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
rule
Blowing trees, getting high
Yeah, we think it's so tight
Be honest Scott, this is the stuff you like, right?
Weed life, or die!
We take one puff
snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you've got to make it
the kid up and say,
"I just want to pick like a son of a gun!"
"Whoa, boy, that ain't no damn typewriter you're playing, now.
You've got to caress it
sure people ate before you did you're a bold kid
You said a little love is all it takes you're a bold kid
Putting others before yourself you're a bold
care
And I'm feelin' like Rapunzel wit' it
You got a new born in ya arms? I hit stick
Make you fumble wit' it
Torture you while the children there
I hurt
bad about all this stuff i did
KW: Mm hmm jK: I guess the first question
I should ask is, who are you wearing?
KW: It's Ralph
JK: Kramden? Lauren?
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