Lyrics:
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
the chrome.
Me and my fam take this rap shit serious.
New York to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this.
New York to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear
I don't have to prove shit
Yesterday my mood switched
Feel like I just bought a new whip
Money never bought me love
Happy is the new rich
Happy is
jeans, Pumas or Adidas
And their boxes had to have at least 7-inch speakers
I was, fascinated by the slang of their talk
Their livers was full of liquor
My ex is mad
I didn't make her my wifey
Now she got a new man
That looks just like me
Ugh just like me
Ugh just like me
Yea she got a new man
That
being made one by one
Get you hit in this bitch, leave you numb (so numb)
I get you hit in this bitch, leave you numb (leave you numb)
Moving blocks back
the old truck
I know that's just the way it is
When you think you grown but you're still a kid
And you don't know you're somebody
That somebody loves
Look i'm like a new kid
Reincarnated
Surprise looks like who this?
I'm like a new flesh
Under birth the wombs nest
I heard this beat by Lim0
You know
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
What? Who got shot?
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
gotta do, you best believe
Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing
Yeah, kid it's best you stand back, from the bad
Shit, you folding you don't even know
That bid, that bidness
(That's right) ssenisub ynnam nworg
Yeah!
Don't talk to me weird kid, I don't care about ya feelings
Left by the park, had
and inspire the youth
Give my people the truth
Be sure to spread some positivity when I'm in the booth
Even when I'm in the coupe
And the kids handing me water
the Decepticon era
Like seven or eight grades up from fitting blocks together
Graf kids after school to get chased by rival letters
and skate boards and truck
She wanna talk like she got it on lock
Stop
I know you keeping up watching the kid
Watch
Left me to deal with this shit all alone
It's a lot
You know
This shit was written ya know
Yeah, man
Slow it down now, uh
And take a look around (Yeah)
Dirty ghetto kids done fucking conquered the town
If you
kids
Ion really like to hug, ion really like to kiss
I just tell her go down and do your shit
Oh bad
Man I pop my shit
Watch me do my dance when I talk
the kid
Stack it up, add it up, lay it down like potato chips
Turnt to a savage like Uzi now my money longer
Aint forget 21, by 21 I'll be stronger
Motivate
safe for the kids
Nothing’s safe for the kids
Man let’s pray for the kids
432 babies in the cot
432 Johnny’s on the block
432 people that never got
the block and make these pennies stretch
Damn, my rent late
Most my bills past due but my kids straight
Food stamps come in handy for the meal plates
This 9
kids
She tryna stay alive
Cus all of her peer died
The pain she bare inside
You ain’t nowhere by
Give her a tissue is whipe her nose when her tears cry
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