Lyrics:
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my
dream, to rap
He tells me he needs to come back to New York
And if he has this opportunity, he's gonna make it
I knew I was already struggling
I didn't
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho, in my flip flops
Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bentley hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let
through the block, pull up on the corner, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches trying ta come up,
on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
Fo' a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block, car lost up
down the block, those are elementary students you’re arguing with! PUT THE FUCKIN’ GAME IN! Don’t you have any desire at all, to at least fuck some pussy
Charlie sheen shit you know the kid stays winnin
You've been eating great homie we know you're pretendin
Girly on my line come thru if you got friends then
me who a bitch
Shutting down blocks
Nigga clear the scene
New whip new glock nineteen
Any nigga try to run up on me
Fuck that gotta bring an army
I'm
a beautiful thang
Imagine blocks and blocks of no cocaine, blocks with no gunplay
Ain't nobody shot, so ain't no news that day
Ain't nobody snitchin', they
my shoes
But I see I’m not the only one
Feelin’ the blues
Wall to wall, block by block
Every inch of my space run by the clock
My world is crashin’ in
bruh regardless of politics I'ma demolish it
Breakin down all the hate
Yeah, new, kid, on the, block
Three, minutes, on the, clock
Looks like, that's,
Look for me
I be up in the stars
With that Dreamworks kid
Just fishing for bars
I slip and I drop
Stop in orbit
I pop
Then I Fall back and sink into
Mama moved us to Georgia, when I was like six
Got jumped and hung from a tree by some white kids
They left me there to die that's when I knew life
and how their homies got shot
All they know is trappin and all they say is blah blah
What's a name got a new track
Yeah I heard it, sound like his old
money at you by the fistful ay
Don't go waste it all bitch you got kids now hey
Sellin stray cats to the kids all day
My baby wanna fuck you and she
from the midwest
Did i mention?
So clap your hands and stomp your feet
And party on down to the Bizarre kid beat
Throw your hands in the air so i can
Vodka here
Let's turn dem bottles up
See you haters in da stands so dem 40's tucked
Young Black Entrepreneurs
These are new endeavors
Had to cut some
the days till I help my brothers back in Lagos speaking money wise
Verse 1:
Welcome to the Southside I’m living Southside of the Thames just by Croydon I
out from my mind
Once a kid, not so blind
Saw the system breaking spines
Saw the people taking sides
Scared by the rat race all intertwined...
Part
to fuck up the summer
Yeah
I was chosen by the peoples born in it
Humming like a bee swarmed to it
Fitted to be king born in it
Even though I was tormented
that i can fuck with
Hi, do you need a story for your beddy, by time
Incase you fuckers ain't asleep already
I , went to high school as a kid, yeah i
the mistletoe we go, we go
Everybodys singin', all the bells are ringin' out
It's Christmas all over again, yeah again
And right down our block little kids
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