Lyrics:
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
to pimp girls
Push work or get high
Yea their jeans hanging low and
They keep their hat cocked
But they living by the word instead
Of living by the block
whole block listenin'
'cept the kids, they so not interested
Implement new COINTELPRO's
Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro
Whole sound changed,
take a trip let's find SY or spin around the Nine
How they gone chat about real he done snitched and got drilled by all of his guys
D Block broadday
Trust in The Lord with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understating
This is Denim
I don't know when
I can't believe in chance
Days roll by
Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By far, we got a dose that life was hard
A Spanish we were close
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
They're just trynna be just like me, me, me
Everybody wants to be me, me, me
Yeah
I'm a new kid on the block
I'm a newbie
Ex-girlfriend used to call me
offa my dick,
Hipnotize by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By
get the worms for my birdie
No lackin', I'm from Paterson, New Jersey
Know you heard me, I'm tellin' the truth
Fetty Wap only for the team (yeah
was next
And sittin' by the pole was a old ass man wearin' a Rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass
block
Close to death cuz of the white rock
Who remember sliver lake videos back in the day
Sunny days
Raining days
Crushing brews, fuck the news, life
the way I let you burn up in my kitchen,
(Chorus)
Feelin’ like the muthafuckin’ new kid on the block,
You talkin like you the man like I’m not,
Come
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
Intro: [helicopter sound effects]
Verse One:
You 'bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin' business?
You doin' swell?
but don't ever quit
Go mute I'm getting off the grid
Mom don't see but I'm a shinning kid
My mom to concerned by the way that I live,
Don't like how
got
Cuz this is new son
I'm not the type to be what u want
Roll up
Cuz we got something drop
I'm talking goon squad but not the kind to be on your block
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when
[Intro:]
A yo man let that beat drop on em
Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there
Wats good yall
It's yo boy Lecrae
Some call me crezy
I'm here
of 14 I was already knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
These new niggas too soft
(too soft, too soft)
Respected by the greatest to the lil' niggas
You lucky I don't kill you niggas
Walked over water
Still
a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
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