Lyrics:
on t–shirts: ‘The city that never sleeps.' But didn't need to believe it. The onliest sound I believed was the train pulling out, heard from 'bout 6 blocks away.
did was talk and laugh
The ones that speak the most got no drive & they always crash
Happy and handsome the new motto
The One who walked on water is
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
blue be your tulip
The sound from the gates, it'll zoom up your room
Bugs block spots where Hip Hop be your norm
If the Pri is the Kid, the floor's
still pushing
Fuck a nigga, we slide the block, they still pussy
Twelve watching, but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
White boy he lookin' slim, girl he refuse to swim
Don't got the gene in him, if you want then I'm diving in
Why not have better men cause that kid he
now what?
Let me see you in the trap, with a scrap
You talk shit pussy, nigga getting slapped
I get a couple kids, turn them into crack
And listen them
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
and fishing
Been about the block, whipped all the cars on the wish list
G class or G shock
Every other week i'm frontin with a new watch
Ironic cah the timing
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
From hole in the wall clubs to a neighborhood basement
Block parties in Queens, new Nile Afro Sheen (uh-huh)
Fourteen ounce of Dax Pomade, Jheri curl,
a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet
of course
Summer flew by
Threw progress off course
What's a summer theme in august
Transposed my morals to an autumn
Morale's run out the minor problem
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death
Then again nigga,
I'm just trying to block the wind out here
So if you see my seed slipping remember it takes a village
Lord help me we got kids out here
It's a cold
on the block by the way
Bass hitting your ears like a tidal wave
I could go all day
My fall of inevitable, but not today
My ex cried to this album lets keep it
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
He say he paid the cost
To be the boss
He want that new Bent
Top off
He say he burn the block hot
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