Lyrics:
cut to pieces by the sound of every breath you take
Swimming through a sea of hurt
My life, my pride is stronger
Forfeit the game
Before somebody
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
you see me you would know that you saw me
Because he always got on his game and his good shoes
Difficult to stop creating can't wait
But they came
What's your name?
Gotta go, I'm glad you came
But tonight you will be so fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon the new day (c'mon) breaks the dawn, uh
(Mmh)
Rhymefest
(Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new)
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
Yesterday, when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way an evening
Why'see me shuffle in the dirt
My how I sweat
But I don't mind
'Cause it's work
You got me rolling up my shirt
There's all my old friends
Sat by
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
a new ride (whoa)
Shawty wanna ride shotty when I roll by (yup)
I got a new truck
Clap back shawty, get up out the way (oh yeah)
I got a new truck
What's your name?
Gotta go, I'm glad you came
But tonight you will be so fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon the new day (c'mon) breaks the dawn, uh
(Mmh)
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
6802 Bayfield Ave, Arverne, New York
Stop on by, I'll make you a cup of coffee
See you later
walkin' through the flame
Stackin' all the bodies as they callin' out your name
See me at the new arena, best seats at the game
Haters still send
okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That's
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
C4
I used to slit my wrist
Hell no nigga I ain't emo
Seeming like the game getting artificial
It's a new rapper every week, like they made by GMO
Bout
yours
I'mma do fine see this C4
I'mma move chameleon
Underneath it all I'mma reptilian
With a middle man getting me really strong
Here to make me
again
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name
And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away
I'd never walk Cornelia Street
you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son,
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Rhymefest
(Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new)
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
Stacking
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