Lyrics:
thoughts, it's adios
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
The ego
Gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
D'Evils, stay with the scripture
What your
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
might as well call it quits
I am what I am
And I’m never imposterin
Life is my stage
And I’m rockin it
Whippin it up
Yeah I’m crockin and pottin it
You
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
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
shit
niggas is left blindfolded, reminded
how real shit can get live at time at
USA, New York City if you want to be exact
a soldier story from
balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
know that my oops want me dead,
see I survived they attempt now they vexed, defeated my demons I'm like who is next?,
you seeing what happens when they
poppin than a blackhead, wreck the waxheads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
You couldn't smoke
that new glock do,
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2,
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do,
You don't know what it is
the bass and that limelight glow
I know
(You thinking that this game is over)
Oh no
(The wait is over)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
to blow the dust off
Now what's what?
The flow's too skippy, no hopscotch
You know I hot-step
Through hell and burn my own socks off
Make it bang
me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish
our sector man, hitting you in in directions, Vectorman
In MK Ls are what you'd see, never ending swipes like a Facebook news feed
Gotta keep it Juicy
shit
niggas is left blindfolded, reminded
how real shit can get live at time at
USA, New York City if you want to be exact
a soldier story from
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
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
like man i been new dis
Why they be talking but dont really do shit
Want a new house, a new chain, yeah the new piece
Don't hang with bitches you know
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
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