Lyrics:
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
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
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
Boy, I’m still tryna grow up
I was such a good kid, could be why I’m a bad grown up
I ain’t acting brand new, I’m just getting rid of old stuff
Dropout
my name now
Created balance for myself so I can get some things
Made ten albums by the time that I was 17
Y'all paved the way inspired me to become
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
what i do like past due
This album's from the heart
Sorta felt that I had to
True shit, I do the new shit
And the true school shit
Wild with the deuces
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way
shot
Who gone hold it and who's not
Who gone change spots
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with
furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
Double R 2007
We about to launch the buildings on y'all
Y'all already know how I do
I go by the name Swizz Beatz the Monster
Full Surface doing it real
For those about to lose their minds, we gotta remember (yeah)
That in the worst of times, we can make the best of times
Turn it up
New Kids
the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
Djs stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato?
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin like
the fake likes doing something bad to they mind
'Cause when it come down to real love
They don't even slide no more
Something 'bout the new kids on the block
you acting different
Kids growing up and you anit there to witness it
Ready for suicide but to afraid to finish it
Meanwhile courts coming gotta prove
Can you come hold me
Hold me by the end of the night
Tired of all the fuss and the fights
Can you just stay in my sight
You know how to love me right
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
Fortnite battles every night
Kids are dancing, what a sight
Building towers way up high
Just to get sniped by a random guy
Minecraft worlds, block by
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy,
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
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