Lyrics:
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
Old trauma manifests to new pain
And pain manifests to dreams of a new range
He knows about the struggle, he knows about the pavement
He rose from
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
the block but the block ain't hug us back
Took a trip to Miami that March (uh)
Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (uh)
To meet up with a kid
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
Mr Rogers, Mr Rogers
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(Bend the block, bend the block
Bend the block)
Had to gas up the Grand
Huh
You ready
Gs
Ay where the fuck you been at
I been beating down the block
Beating down the block
Beating down the block
Ay where the fuck you been
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
I grew up with them kids on the block
(On the block)
And now them same kids got a glock
(Pop, pop)
I turned my lifestyle
From the rags to riches
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids in her mouth, put Louis V bags on the couch
I just put a new Patek on her, new VVS's got her iced out
And she like
The day goes by how ever the pay goes
Same rules apply new york to vala hoe
Section 8 kid's smellin' like
Weed and roach pape'
Dude throat right in
everybody bounce with the franchise, come on
Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em
New kid back on the block with a R.I.P
Dad got the sag in
Copped the new toy that can't fit under the Christmas tree
If you ain't up to nothing babe run a couple blocks with me
Grown but I feel like a big kid
the Slatt, I'm never gon' kid when it come to these racks, uh
Money like O'Neal, I got a few bills to spend these racks (let's go)
I just bought a new cat
blocks
We're building blocks
We're building blocks
Forty two by fours
Twenty five four by twos
A little yellow one that looks like a handbag
Five strips
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