Lyrics:
To block these new idols
Just pray I don't lose sight of
The picture of perseverance
They need hear it
Keep yo focus
Keep duckin' the interference
Yeah
Keep
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
What, Yo-yo-yo-yo
I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
been a nuisance
Used to ride 'round in that blue whip clean
Rollin' like deuces
Wait now they asking like who is he?
Who is this new nig?
Block got a new
the broad day
Niggas spraying with a K
Above all keep the kids straight
Despite falls
We still great
Drink and shake
At a block party
3rd ward, 4th ward
Broke ass kid with the pink apparrel
Singing my shit like a Christmas carol
Catchy ass boy bouta get it viral
Spittin' heat daily, Spyro
Throwin' out
on my new bitch, feelin' so clean
Weeaboo on some cool shit
Yeah
I walk to work like everyday
Serve a latte, end it all on the music
Yeah
Record a song
I won't persist this distance, gotta get up in this
She fuckin up my christmas
chorus
Fuckin up my christmas is a new way of saying fuckin up my shit
Used to have a reason to go to sleep early
Now I hear your calls at 3 am
Started to get pitied by the mime who lives next door
I give him a shrug, he
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
As of lately
I've started recognizing my blessings
Instead of waiting on shooting stars
Because I've never seen one that's loud enough for blind kids
a rainbow of things
New song, girl I like, school, work, and a ring
I just play games and maybe sing
I got gold bars but money doesn't go d-
Skittles when I'm
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
back slow
And made us go through the back door
And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots
Leaving
even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sister's MacBook
I got you
Christmas to you
Love and joy come to you
And to you, your carol too you
And God bless you and send you a Happy New Year
And God send you a Happy New
And Michelangelo probably couldn't even paint a picture this prefect
I learned the harder way, we goin all the way, we goin our way
They won by mistake
Everything
When I was down bad
Had to get it by my lonely
But now that I'm up
Everybody wanna call me
But I ain't got no hand out for yall
See I'm good on my
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
Well we found love
conversations and that one stupid song
My rooms still a mess over-obsess about impressing new
People and I just want to cling to 18
Without the sad bits
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich or die
[verse 1]
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich
F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice
Its like the roll of the dice
For a whole new life
But don't get my song wrong
I enjoy it a lot
Walkin around
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