Lyrics:
It's that new kid on the block
New kid on the block type shit
New kid on the block
And she really want my cock
And this song aint even drop
But she
plush on this side, since Obama dipped out
She want me to talk that NY slang no can do I'm from the south
Prefer not to call you no bitch, but what you
achieve
It's what you choose to believe because it becomes your reality
Call it the law of attraction, call it prayer, call it alchemy
I don't have
it's ye long
LAMONICA
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it on
KID from
want me dead like Ghost
You shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
you want to compare me with
You put us both on a track, I'm a bury 'em
Give me this shovel, it's 'bout to get scarier
None of you want to attack what
hair in the air like she Alfalfa Put three dots on his head like the wimpy kid
I know it went over yo head listen what I said
Crash out on a nigga I bet
I'd end up rapping
But when you get to snapping
Great things start to happen
Fuck being fake humble
I know what time it is
And what I see on my clock
apart/turned me to a juggernaut/
Used to thug a lot/run the block/vet Kasi to phakalan'/
If you doubt it ask about me/I don't want to talk a lot/
I'd rather
if
It's me ya ain't likin'
The last great debate I had
Was with Michael Eric Dyson
Call me a dumb rapper girl stop, pardon me
You be hard pressed
get it all the time
Cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
I switch my voice like some little kids
On some silly shit "Slim" chances
You'll remember this
It's my m&m and denace and spencer diss
Yo when I rip
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
what you sayin'?
Pimpin', what you sayin'?
Listen how the mile per hour's knockin'
We keepin' it movin', beatin' down the block
Man (Uh, Young Vega, I
[Chorus]
Is it really possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on top?
Twenty four years, I ain't forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the shop
I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you
out tonight, I'm makin' moves kid
Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true
Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop
We can do it any you want, let's
fallin' out (ah-ha)
I don't know what's worse takin' these new drugs or chasin' clout
I'm gettin' warmed up it's about to get hotter (woah)
Tory told
trash bag's, just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half black?
Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what you
bitch
As long as I'm doing music, I'ma be a nuesence, It's a new movement
Now you see my life and it looks so pretty looks so pretty
You want what
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it
Call your main bitch, she let me hit it
Haha, ha
(Metro Boomin want some
spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
So who requested my time on the set
Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
Listen
It's evident I'm better than you ever said I'll be
You better step directly, better yet just never mention me
Unless you want the extra
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