Lyrics:
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X)
Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie
I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully
What now,
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
your friends be
The thing to do
Let me see if I can explain my gang to you
Now first we got E–one of them crazy brothers
Got ten kids by ten different
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
the motherfuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
[unknown] the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat
On the block still
I ain’t hot yet
Next year buy a motha fuckin private jet
All these kids be bitches
Call em all fuckin pets
Call em all fuckin pets
Slatt
Huh
yaboibally chilling on the block with the kids
Yeah uh
Most niggas are soft like feathers
But my niggas be rough like leather
My niggas will back down never
While the kids playing hopscotch I might hop out
I hope I ain't make the block hot when I block out
Girl you know you make me crazy, you a shot out
I
need a new town
Ima get mine, so I move with no sound
Bring the top down, riding with no rooftop on
Burn the block down, that's the type of timing I'm
straight girls, only do bi chicks
Bi chicks
My old girl got a new fuck buddy
My new girl got a wagon I call her my punch buggy
And you know my heart got cold
the new guy on the block
I came with the vibe iri wavy
[Verse 1]
I came with the vibe iri wavy
I came with the vibe iri crazy
I be spitting these rhymes
Stackin up tryna hit icebox go cash out on some ice rocks got the music loud when we slide on blocks smokin on loud we rollin up chops gettin that
the news
We got the DA on the block, trying to do a search, cause he can't find no clues
Shorty want a Birkin bag, I took that bitch to Charlotte Russe
I
Listen, I'm good in C-Block, I don't gotta check in
Brand new day, I got brand new opps
But it's still me and twin, we stay on lock
Pull up
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
on the brake, one on the throttle
Fallin' asleep with writer's block (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
In the parkin' lot of McDonald's
But instead of feeling sorry
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
out the windows of east new york
Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork
[spiritual assassin of zu manchuz]
Yo, pictures record my wonder
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
Look how they did X, 3 albums, six movies and got him looking stress
Where's his money at?
Or my homey Def, what up Mos? Did 16 blocks and look like
Took a lot of L's made em W's
In love with the money I don't gotta choose
Came from gutter you just got the news
Wanna block my hustle I could blow
fam
As a kid I found comfort in my favorite shank
Cah I was always outnumbered, never claimin' a gang
I never know moral compass, I became detached
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
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