Lyrics:
heard bout the do's and don'ts of sin
Then you see church folk with a devilish grin
You looking for a start but all you see is the end
You tired of being
I'm by myself when I fill up the tank
I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank
Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't
This album heat like I made
but don't ever quit
Go mute I'm getting off the grid
Mom don't see but I'm a shinning kid
My mom to concerned by the way that I live,
Don't like how
don't know
I thought I would figure it out by now
But I still feel like I'm scratching
The surfaces of my sound
On the road to ten thousand
Where practice
got
Cuz this is new son
I'm not the type to be what u want
Roll up
Cuz we got something drop
I'm talking goon squad but not the kind to be on your block
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles...
"Marty, Marty listen to me. Bring me something the kids will cry for.
Get out there, and get us
To the chin I take the pain
Every day I take a hit
I don't need a bitch
Find another woman who more fit
To support my kids
Now I'm all by myself once again
Know
He thinks his life is a movie he's moving legit
I'm like "I'm deep in the come up, I'm new to this bit"
I treat the mic like a tool n' I'm cool with
The theme of the album is reflection
And I've been reflecting a lot about this person
And I saved the best for last
Dear Mom,
My whole life, growing
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when
of 14 I was already knockin' off punks (yeah!)
And suckers were scared to death, every time I walked by
I hear them niggaz take their last breath
These new niggas too soft
(too soft, too soft)
Respected by the greatest to the lil' niggas
You lucky I don't kill you niggas
Walked over water
Still
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
the block, 12 years same house
I'mma need a new place
Moving too fast, will I crash don't you know
It's my first time stepping
First time stepping, first time
quit what would have been the greatest fights
Or who would of stood up in a era when blacks was oppressed by whites
I'm starting to feel like hov
Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm
extensions
I’ll get you cut off
By one of my vixens
If you fuck with the vision
Add up money it’s never division
Kid cutting up just like an incision
I am
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Every summer, new crew on the block
Still hiding the food, in their sock
Watching the older lot,
stock
I’m the new kid on the block
That lil bitch on my jock
I’m the new kid on the block yeah, yeah
I’m going up in my stock
I’m the new kid
black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin blocks off, sonny
Yeah they waiting on us
The gunman and the florist
The gimmicks yeah we seeing through it
So bye bye boom solace
The kids got nothing to eat
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
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