Lyrics:
new with your life now,
You using that influence keep improving your lifestyle?
A penny for the thoughts you throwing away,
If it’s a big trash can,
hate the fact that you're so proud about it
No, I know I ain't perfect
But this shit gotta stop
I know you're just trying to fit in like the new kid
Oh, my friends think I’m doing better
But I’m doing worse then New England weather
I’ve been waiting by the phone
For a call
saying you fucked it
of block, it's a rundown
Tay & Lonnie J they got dem pounds
N****s big, by air, don't smell shit
Gang in the streets, in the streets
In the streets, in
I'm in New York, but I don't play for the Knicks
I be flexin' on them since I was a kid
Ay, I'm sick, 40,000 on my motherfuckin' wrist, yeah
I'm in New
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
and your wife pays the rent
You told me in the bar, go ahead and have your kids
Do the math, watch the news
Bonfires keep burning, it's just me and you
claiming I got they kids
kids dunno who they father is
I’m not a baker but they after my bread
When you live in struggles
Are you better off dead
When you
You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing
I mean it's very easy to forget
She's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends
you don't wanna race me
Fendi fur, Cartier glasses for the blur
I'm a do it for me and let you do it for her
I got a real bad habit when I wanna grab it
(damn)
Niggas lied just to kick it (what) swear to God they got a meal ticket
Then they call you and they bout to get evicted (I know)
A Underground
if his money short
(Girl how you ride)
Keep it real with Yo nigga
Pop a pill with Yo nigga
Back ya bags hit New York and get a deal with Yo niqqa
out in my home town
Got the throne bow to your sensei
I'm in game you on the bench aye aye
You do it for the paper I'm bout the clout
I'm on a new
I’m in a studio, live brothers you know
This is how we flow and we got to go oh!
Bucktown, Duckdown! Bucktown, Duckdown!
bodies
Take whatever you can take
Then we escape
Civic gone be parked around the block
We gone make it to the car
Before they call the cops
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
even want it though
You even want it though, yeah
New kid though better play nice
Dogs been here all day right
Boy made your bed, better lay right
Lights
He said that he got, but I don't know (I don't know)
Pull up on his block, we make a show (Movie)
We light it up like it was paparazzi
I got the key
dudes, and some got diarrhea
Jugs on every block but we live out here
And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, and Pop
Beating niggas up on the ave
treated like a vet by my friends more or less
So it’s fuck it
How can’t I be inspired? got some pussy cause I rap
I was spitting freestyles in a hoodie in
(together)
Ain’t no pressure girl let’s make it right, right
Girl we gotta, just keep on trying
Cause pressure came by surprise
I’ll make you ?
I guess
yea I heard that
You deserve that swerve that 'lac
Make it bang, let it go, bring that back
I blew they brain, nephew yea do that thang
Living life in
give you light the moon it's night shift
Inside my mind you find dimes and stuff I got from the shiid I'm involved in
Hoping my sound gets to Compton
to watch the sequel
Part 1 was better but part 2 got less of ego
Your new is car better that bitch hard to see through
My new heart like feather it was
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