Lyrics:
Niggas done started something
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sipping margaritas wit
an intense interview
- and I’ll be honest with you
I only saw a couple of little parts of
The interview when we did this sketch
KW: yeah, that’s what I
uncut like the rawest coke
And fuck rhymes when it's crunch
Time your whole squad'll choke
The whole block bananas
To get I stay by myself and
Hit
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day,
narcissist
But just tell me I'm your hero so they can never say I'm less
Cause one day I'll be an old white man
I hope some things will have changed by then
If
your people when you walk down a block
Here in America you have drug spot
They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot
The black drug dealer just
kids can handle Mike's shit
Name another rapper rapping over
Pianos like this
I'm something else, new wave, original
Fuck a punch line
Everything I say
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
you
I'll slang them drugs for you
If that's what I had to do
I'll slang everything
New wedding ring
Miss the sex we used to have when it rain
got nothing to blow
Fuck out of here with your blow.
The rich who blow, got it from a new blow.
Actually It's old blow.
It was gone for, you can say
every time that I post
Stay on my grind, I'm never sellin' my soul
Makin' some money and buyin' new clothes
You could tell it's drip just by the way that
a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five
for you boys in blue
The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
it may pop off
I'll answer the question (oh)
"Will I get your block knocked off?" (Geah)
This what it is, bruh (g-g-geah)
Look, I will kill, bruh
block
Oh my god, set the clock, brain stop, brain stop
Pick up the pen, uh, I can't think of nothing
My brain is foggy, turned off, damn, it must be
be in Christ, he is a new creation"
Old things are passed away, somebody needs to hear that and behold
Everything becomes new, and when everything
side to side (D-Block)
(Put 'em up high, dunk ride cause)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em side to side (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Put 'em
I prayed to the ceiling
For my pops and my moms
My brother and my sister
And my homies on the block
That be selling everything
Just to make it
moment
My baby crying tears and who the fuck am I finna blame on it?
So I hit that corner if I die I'll be a stain on it
Know I'm from the block, I
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
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