Lyrics:
take a trip let's find SY or spin around the Nine
How they gone chat about real he done snitched and got drilled by all of his guys
D Block broadday
had
'Cause it had been so long, my catalogue was like a ghost town
But now I'm dropping album after album, I can't slow down
My pockets gettin' fat
whole block listenin'
'cept the kids, they so not interested
Implement new COINTELPRO's
Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro
Whole sound changed,
the price on
Walking on water
New balencis drip
W the nylons
That's the shit that I'm on
I gotta get it by any means
True religion
All on my body
Christian my
THE BLUNTS KEEP PcSSING
I'M IN THE LcTEST FcSHION
TRYING TO SEE WHO I'M SMcSHING
IT WcLL TO WcLL PcCKED McN
THE cSSES cLL PHcT McN
IT'S cLL NEW TO ME
Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By far, we got a dose that life was hard
A Spanish we were close
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
Oh You drop a new album… Guess who don't give a fuck
And your Last one went platinum… Guess who don't give a fuck
And you Number one streaming… Guess
I'm rapping this song to give you all the news
Album dropping dropping dropping, it's gonna be lit
Subscribers are popping cause we're about to make
And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
get the worms for my birdie
No lackin', I'm from Paterson, New Jersey
Know you heard me, I'm tellin' the truth
Fetty Wap only for the team (yeah
They're just trynna be just like me, me, me
Everybody wants to be me, me, me
Yeah
I'm a new kid on the block
I'm a newbie
Ex-girlfriend used to call me
was next
And sittin' by the pole was a old ass man wearin' a Rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
know somebody who does
It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block
Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch
Swallow it up or I don't
the way I let you burn up in my kitchen,
(Chorus)
Feelin’ like the muthafuckin’ new kid on the block,
You talkin like you the man like I’m not,
Come
block
Close to death cuz of the white rock
Who remember sliver lake videos back in the day
Sunny days
Raining days
Crushing brews, fuck the news, life
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
(Lets go)
Trials and Tribulations
And I'm still the same kid from the basement
I ride my board that I cruise like Carnival,
But down the street not
by your side
Fuck this shit I been on a hustle
Fuck it am living this life
She always trippin on me
Told you I got a new game
I call it smash
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
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
young kid
They frustrated by my new shit
Not much to loose just a lot to take
Still breathing by God's grace
Coz nowadays it ain’t hard to get replaced
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