Lyrics:
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
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
richer
Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin
a fuck about the brothers
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first
Don't shoot
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
to get Yeezy
He working on the album so it ain't gon' be easy
Damn, and my girl just caught a nigga
Rolled up unannounced she ain't even call a nigga
Time for a new wave
See many called but few are chosen
And we chosen to be great
Are you ready to win
I went from sleeping in hells kitchen
To trap
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
been cold, they hate the word forgiveness
So I close my eyes, b*tch, I ain't even gonna witness
N*ggas see how I come, so they c*ck block
By the way she
The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces
Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck
The new stuff same kid
the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like
an underdog
Like Luke is in A New Hope
Black and white Mace Windu
I'm back and forceful like my jokes
This is gonna be known as one of the smoothest flows that
my thing
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul
all them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no
a swim and
I came out too damped
The clock flying by the sun been shining and beaming
I'm drying up realize how I enhanced
Went from a demon kid to a young
a euphoric feeling, uh
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
and get killed in the field
And death still might come got a tumor in my lung
Got got by them kids where them Sooners is from (Mother fuckers)
Sometimes
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
probably like, damn, yo
"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
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