Lyrics:
through it)
Lil nigga you new this
But when we catch you by yourself
That's when you start to act clueless
Now they say that I'm Boujie
Cause I ain't got
on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, it's matte today
Pushin' that bitch through the 'jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin' in
change man!
The kid cassidy dis for da hood man
I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey
I got the product, narcotics for customers homey
Feins open they
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
at your Roley, at dem hot shows
So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice
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
Servin cocain just to by a new benz
And dem niggaz inda cut with them break down dimes tryna take care they kids
Real talk brah my face card legit I raised
of the lambs
Throw your talents in the trash
If I spent it all today
Then I go and hit the stash
Bape box full of cash
Ice cream by the gallon
Raging bulls
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
[Verse 2 - Lil' Romeo]
What y'all gon' do with it?
I can't give it away,
It's a new no limit today,
Game time with a new look,
New change new hits couple
not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch
Delete and block you
I don't have to, but I want to
I'm just trimming the fat
Haters drowning in
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
the wrong place
Creative blocks at new heights
Knowing that just a few miles
North of my South centered head
That you were taking on the summer with someone
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
And Bob’s “L-O-V-E”
And the new Kosciusko
And that old tulip tree
And that Film Forum seat
That shows Jim and Joe’s names
And my arthritic hands
And my
you thought (Yuh)
Pull up on the block Imma show you what I got (Aye)
侍 By my waist side come through
Tell me, "What it do"
Better have ya proof come
Survival Of The Fittest I'm The Prophecy
Cant See No One Get In The Way Of 30
Block Speaking Honestly
Every time I Hear Y'all Rap
I Just Start
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
contemplate outer space till I can play a show on Neptune
G is a Jesus gone genius, if you sneeze I don't bless you
Ain't easy to appease my piece of mind, I'm
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
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