Lyrics:
Let's bring it back to them blocks off the new lots
Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box
You grew a lot
But I schooled you how to do drops
In my
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names
salon
So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton
Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No)
They always wanna shine like the sun
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
for the kid
A lot of up and comers cool but don't compare em to the kid
I'm about 4 5 seconds from wildin' word to ye and Rhianna and Paul McCartney
I'm living
I just be chilling and flexing
Cause I worked toward my spot
White kid from the suburbs
And I rap
The people look a lot
If life's a piece
I was crossing over second street
View was looking heavenly
Drifting from reality and dreaming of some better things
Kid with some broken wings
Guess
don't stop
My mind, my mind
Tic, Tic, Toc
Just kids on the block
Ain't too worried about the hands on the clock
Some kids wake up with their hands
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block
ON ME
IMc WcLKING LICK WEN YOU SEE ME ITS c FEE!
VERSE:2 BcNK BOY
Diamond back delton that's my favorite tool
223 just put yo man's all on the news
Fox
Patek or the Rich when I go out (Hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (What?)
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
Uh huh, what's going now?
Slum Village
We back, nigga
What the Fuck
Trinity, y'all
Uh, what going now?
It's
The new day of the
All 360
brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got
[Lary Kidd:]
When you see me with that new girl, crois-moi t'es mieux de rien dire
When I see you with that new guy, crois-moi y'est mieux de rien
like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna figure it out
Medication for depression that I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic
In an episode out in
Shawty on Pinterest, tryna get what her friends get
I could put you on some new shit
I ain't lyin', like true shit
I don't talk it see, I really gotta do
With them boys right at work enjoyin some coronas at Rona
Haha yeah yeah yeah yeah kid
Right at work up in it it the only covid 19 in my blood stream
pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was
energy.
You're at war for these mini me's against our enemy.
The awesome powers of distraction in this brand new century They're on attack consistently.
emotion
Not even troubled by commotion
It's just the way that I grew up
Ain't no devotion
To anybody that gets close and
Yeah imma young kid
Mixed kid
Far
he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen
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