Lyrics:
Wooooo
I know how it's works
You earn the crown
Or take the crown
Then you proceed to work
New York City needed a king
So now I show my worth
How I'm
hard on the reg
While you check for CDs
I'm sellin' books instead
I travel the country by car, by foot and leg
What's worse than being behind is being
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
You have been so patient
You've been waiting
And you working on ya shit
I been playing ghost man out here working
Building all this new shit
You
find him
I'm the screw face to this rap game
Weezy put me on, new face with the same name
Oh yes I did, get 'em, kid, if I ask ya
Just bring me
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yo, whattup, kid?
What's goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
getting big,
Hand her keys like its new Rose
Mari by my side, Wayne too
I need a few those
Why love anyone but them
It leads to pain
Dollars only matter now
you with a chrome fo', that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
bodyguards,
Surveillance around his land spread
He runs a billion dollar organization under investigation,
Plus he's wanted by immigration
Now I'm stuck,
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yo, whattup, kid?
What's goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
the hell...what the hell...
[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise,
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
profession
The ride is so kool mane, it's so kool
I know you wanna try man, it's the new
How you track a madman, it's a coupe
If I'm not on my block mane,
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
the Legos that are sitting on my shelf
The kid in the mirror is my new best friend
'Cause this quarantine's got me stuck inside my head
I go online I just see
the gangsters just standing on the block, boy
Drive by, another shot boy
Nine o'clock news, she crying over her lost boy
And she ain't wanna cry over no lost boy
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
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