Lyrics:
enough to play second fiddle
I was lost I was gone, I'd done everything wrong
But the promise of new life kept me pressing on
Such a broken kid who didn't
West Coast, Donna Street, Gerson Parks, But I’m from 40 Block, Hood Nigga, some rest in peace, I’m blessed to be what I’m about to be. Flyest in
their face
And then call it a cutscene!
Hanging low with ones living single regime
Now I'll cut your woman's leg off
Maybelline
All because an abomination
me
Homie ain't the kid, baby he could never be me
How you wanna go and act anti-social
Bet your man don't know you like I know you soldier
Maybe
with me
Pop the champagne
Let's take a sippy-sippy
Describe you I try to
You're my wifey
Will you be my wifey?
(Yes I'll be your wifey)
Oh
dreams get
Dragged to sea. You say you're independent; well is that
A fact? It's by creation's donation that you are maintained
But you'd rather turn your
at Hurricane Dorian
Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious
You sissy
Nigga, this is for us by us
Why you put yours up? I put up my cup
Survivors
Knock Knock Knock
...
How horrid to be buried alive
Imagine the terror of being trapped in your own coffin
Your heart beating wildly, every gasping
and i can't keep expecting
to run back to home
as days go by
it's easier to find your niche
there's so many new faces
and places to see and be in
(oh) i
situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka ya dig
[Juelz]
Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
hands like Adrien Broner
And my niggas going hard like a nigga with a boner
It's Kinda hard tryna fit in being the New Kid
If I make music I'ma be
straight, I'll be in the stars[01:43.65]Everything you said, it's funny to see you here[01:47.49]Nice little jet leer, I don't care what they say, I could fly
by your side
Fuck this shit I been on a hustle
Fuck it am living this life
She always trippin on me
Told you I got a new game
I call it smash
You've got me singing in the morning, you bring me breakfast in my bed
And when it hurts you rub my head
Ill ask you one time only, baby, wont you be
vaccination
I can't live by your rules
They tryna kill my bloodline
They even poison our food
My nigga God is inside
And the temple is you
Politicians is snakes
your ho
I'll hit that bitch like I was Ridick Bowe
I got my sheleighy, I got my gun
I'm putting heads out daily and I never run
Everlast is comin'
the mirror and look at your reflection
Man it's bigger than you and I
I hope you understand it
Everything will be okay keep your head up to the sky
I'm saying
bumpin' Carter 3 on the speakers
Not sorry that I never grew up like you did
I’ll always be a big ass kid
(La la la la da da)
I'll always be a big ass kid
me
Homie ain't the kid, baby he could never be me
How you wanna go and act anti-social
Bet your man don't know you like I know you soldier
Maybe
Plated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit you
As if I was Slick Rick, my aim is still an issue
Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
One'll leave
from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Pistol whupped
cruising all around.
I ain’t the new kid on the block, slow ya roll.
Before I put you on punishment, by the time I get home.
(Chorus)
Oh yea, here we
nigga
You numbers just like a
Throwback, so disrespect I'll come at your
Neck right where your throat at
I grip a TEC, rain on your
Set then I reload
Cuz I'm gonna come out on top
Makin a bop
This kid don't know how to stop
I can't be choosin this hip-hop or rock
But I know that this new shit be
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