Lyrics:
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga stop
He recognize who
around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha!
Yo, yo, yo...
[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da
Denn ich komm, nenn' mich Electro Rap
Grad mit Beton
Stop, wir teilen aus denn das Album bekommt
Den größten Respekt von der Straße
Komm wer will
middle name should become jesus
Oh please kid, this is off the wall terror
A new era, man, i got the illest shit ever
Whatever, if you wanna bring it, let
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on a shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your
think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This
you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
are-be , Kid Capri niggas
wassup, yerrrr
With the squad, on the block, at the spot, yerrrr
[Verse 1]
None of these rappers saying shit
Who dafuq is this Asian kid
I'm on my Super
I'm from where the kids hopscotch
Hundred feet away, a kid drawn in chalk
I'm from where you get no recognition
If you doing anything outside the block
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
on the album
Yeah, shit's so surreal
Labels in the States tryna close a deal
New kids on the block, we the new wave
This good music got me two chains
I say
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
(Boom, boom)
We got glizzies and the Tec's
Clips long as rulers (Grah)
Abaay abaay, T Dub by your block got the nina
(Got the nin's)
Kicking doors for
a new house
I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz' thick
But all good things don't last
Task' came fast,
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
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