Lyrics:
Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
coming in, I might just need me an accountant
And my old shit blowing up, it looks like all you new fans found it
It's been 1600 minutes since I dropped,
for other black people
And this new thinking and feeling
Will cause black people to stick together"
When you're not afraid it makes the system
She moved her nigga in
She dont gotta creep no more
Hi kids do you like thug life
Do you wanna get shot
In your motherfuckin dome twice
Do you wanna
beat was produced by Rob the Vikang
I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang
Said I wouldn't be shit yea
Now look at you
DIDNT wanna be shit
Till that bitch knew that I
Made my own album
Now they like jimmy who
Can't solve all
the industry
And never send a song to the radio just to prove it to you all that this is a new era
I want to make an album that's second influential to the bible
had to invest
Eat up my lines, Readers' Digest
New at the top, Legend Apex
Come and take a listen and you just might find
Life lines to your lyrics,
guitar
So who am I?
To write an album when I can't even read music?
Just been banging these same four strings since '96
An old dog with no brand-new
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
by
I was on a road trip somewhere new with my best friend, and turned to him and said
I wanna work part time, minimum wage, by myself, and preferably
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
(slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
coming over to tell me "what's wrong?"
After i told them what's wrong
They tell the teacher to fix everything
Then the other kids playing in the playground
Weirdest kid on the block zombies ate my neighbors
You the walking dead if its world war z from my metaphors
I'm The dawn of the dead king
on the block, but you gots to earn your stripes, baby
No problems
Show me where the kid at
Don't you worry about him, man. We're gonna roll by his place in
on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
A spark by midnight
(Get up, get up, get up)
Shootin' 'round, movin' white
Ooh, baby, the block's hot just
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
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