Lyrics:
of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East New York is no joke kid
And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed
(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
do the math 3 mill
times that by two
thats my views
and no its not news
my numbers been going up so howd I lose
oh wait
I didn't
thats just you wishing
I lost motivation the album delayed
They say fell off and decided
To speak on my name
Put this in your brain nova cane
I been maturing
the label of the month
Like 'yo, what's the half kid, let me get a deal'
Got a dope style, sound just like so and so
What's her name, runnin from ya, even
Ooooh. Let's talk music
One day, you're young and you wanna try something new
You get an instrument and a thing to get used to
Before you know it,
Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats
put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his
next album
To make it pop and not flop and recover the dream?
If nobody likes it, I cant blame it on them
I've gotta take responsibility
And what if by
people could feel
Something...
Real
Starts recording and shares her story online
By the next mornin millions start feelin her new vibe
Labels at the table,
pictures and did a lot of new things
Started writing music I knew I’d release
And oh yeah, my grandpa died
Senior year was interesting
Kid with a beanie
Pay the way music
Pay the way music
A a a
When i was young said i'm ain't having no kids
I was in the club just me and my cigs
I was getting paper
business take the same blame
Open your brain
The Klan and the cops are the same
Slave quarters, blocks
And prison blocks are the same
They only separated by
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
personality
Gon be running up the block
Run it up
Run it up
I got that letter M on the deck
I got that letter O by the sea
I got that letter N in the shop
I got
They Know It's Nazo I Ball On Some Hornet Shit Bending blocks all thru New York & Shit
Load up The Chevy den jump In a benzo
You know i be parallel
with a nightlight
Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike
Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist
Uh, I'm finna start a new movement
Uh, being led by the drums
just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
He never ever seen none of them carryin books
He used to be on the block
dysfunctional then blam!
Another shorty lost at the hands of another man
But it ain't nothing new
Everyday created by the Lord sparks a new clan, clique or crew
dysfunctional then blam!
Another shorty lost at the hands of another man
But it ain't nothing new
Everyday created by the Lord sparks a new clan, clique or crew
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