Lyrics:
old, this a brand new vibe
That could pass you by (you by)
But if you change your mind, I'll be over there in less than five
Said I liked you and I never
old, this a brand new vibe
That could pass you by (you by)
But if you change your mind, I'll be over there in less than five
Said I liked you and I never
how I talk, she think I'm from New York
But I'm really from Jersey, could tell by my walk
And my old ting just left me, I don't wanna talk
My old ting
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
back bitch this army mine
Step back bitch this crown all right
Step back bitch I'm good I'm fine
Yeah I'm good I'm straight I'm
Ain't no time for keeping
deep just me & two Nina's cross me like Jesus and meet this meat clever from a block we influenced by pistol Peter, and puff so much reefer my mind
That's a fact
I'm on that sh*t too
I pull up them things go BLAATT....
I go get to the money and count up them racks
Hottest in my city tatted cross my
do?
My lyrics is my bullets, my mind is my chamber
My tongue is my trigger, so beware 'cause I'm danger
And I'm a stranger to this game because it's by
to flow
Another double entendre you ain't know
And every time i cross up they reaching bro
Stop reaching bro
Damn, always f*cking reaching
Too quick for
the keys to the kingdom
Light bulbs burn out, but I keep them
This is my zone (Move on)
Step out of the area, don't cross the barriers
Paramount essence
Ain't this what y'all been waitin' for?
Man, stop playin' wit' God
Act like y'all know
It's God always or God no ways
(Hold up, Wop, you made this
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a lil' 7:30 but it's 8:06
Ayyeee
For the bag I get it crack'n like potato chips
Why you hate me
Got another batch of la
No
like I'm taking a test
I poor my heart into these lines and every single lyric
This is a message for anybody that needs to hear it
And I feel all I can
Industry rather pay hoes and shit
Fuck that shit and fuck this shit
'Til my account tells your girl hold my dick
I'm down, get back
What's that, click clack
Old friends turned to fake
Fuck I’m way too baked
Tokyo is in it
Tokyo the name
Chokin' by the chain
And never speak again
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo
Too stubborn to enjoy life
Stuck with these feelings of wrong and right
But I'm paralyzed by this parasite
My thoughts won't stop for a minute. Why?
if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
a sickness
But salvation kept me uplift
I'm just wanna pray for them
What I'm doing it for?
That my Lord may come to them
He's too merciful
Everybody images
guffaw, cross scenes
Never cross on the green, 'cause I ain't got to be nothing for you but me (but me)
From my 3B down to feet (to feet)
Can't fathom
in my chest
Smoke to the head a just try to forget
Sittin through all of the shit for appearance
Until the appearance start gettin too ugly
One day I'm
there's too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try
there's too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Sucker-free and I'mma chill, bro, I'm too cold
Long as I'm around fuck
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