Lyrics:
dandruff
I'm far from a new kid on the block, I hang tough
Was handcuffed to false pretense but they were out of luck
Released myself from captivity escaped
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
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
harder then cash is swung
The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump
Neva! dropin' the blunt
Two for fine rollin'
Eighty nine in the bricks is fifteen
so street wise with glazed over eyes, full of holes and your mouth, open
wide, yellow tape and white chalk
The block's hot, the kids in shock, kids
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
off, shit
How we talk, shit
Don't need no guap, kid
Around yo block, kid
This for yo momma
Make her feel just like a boss bitch
For yo momma
Ay
I ain’t
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Bitches wanna take a flight to Paris
3 by 3 with the .9 they perish
Saying it's just the money she cherish
Feeling like Midas stay gold to the touch
they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
with me
Cuz we ball on the screen like it's TNT
And we give em the news like it's ABC
And we bounce and we move like it's DVD
We don't mess with
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
the corner store
It get real by the corner store
Niggas tryna make a meal by the corner store
Keep your kids from the corner store
Because these niggas round
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm, need to be calm
Nothin' but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot, the fire hydrant need to be on
(Harlem)
The fiends
payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_!
Pull up in the car with a new bitch in it
Circle 'round the block
Now I got two bitch in it
Never runnin' out because my juice infinite
I'm just out
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
[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i
remember when we watched Secretary
Only copy, sheepish rented from the college library?
How did we watch it? I mean literally
It was a DVD in 2016
But they
meet a nigga
And you can ask about my facecard, call your bitch would leave you, nigga
And we can spin the block like CDs or DVDs, nigga
T-O-N-E, nigga
Ay, for the Gambino, nigga
5200 shit
Heard you new to the city, I'm your tour guide
Stop here, let me get a cream soda and a three-five
Pure pack,
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