Lyrics:
There ain't nobody iller than me
I had enough heart to say I want to be an mc
In my eyes there ain't nobody doper
Then the kid who wrote his story in
We just wanna make quick cash
Get the fuck out my way
Still spend time on the block
A new album on the way
This is for all the homies that be
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
To go direct some brand new show, my nigga
I need to buy my moms a crib, my nigga
It's the right thing, for doin all she did, my nigga
The kid is bigger,
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
I'm Jon Norris with MTV news this hour on music biz
racism and online hate speech - but first, albums have been stickered and banned
and in the past
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
Boxter Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid
the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
Where he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he
with the crawfish
That's New Orleans
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it turn out
Nigga fuck how it turn out
Fuck how it
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
shoutout Bobby the bro
Yeah, I moved to New York with some big ass goals
Demons couldn't block none my shots of course
Recorded my first pod episode
Social
My Glock crazy, fiends on my block brazy
A lot of niggas sendin' shots
That cannot phase me cops movin'
Niggas shootin' at the opps daily
My momma
From the album donovan
There's a Brave New World awaiting all you kids out there
With a brand new way of getting through your day there
Don't you
ruffalo
Wanna do shots then it better be a double dose
New shit drop and the kids gon flock
Is he gon rap is he gonna go pop
Call me nick cage at the rave
This neighborhood is full of mutts
Barking kids and arguments
People yell from block to block
And quiet down by ten o'clock
They blow their
the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
mean Crocs
Gotta a lot of people askin' when my new shit boutta drop
I been working on the album, tryna cook up something hot
Shit's a process, step by
deuce to the DJ
Hopefully spend my new shit
And not long after that unknown kid can be buzzing
Then I'ma dedicate it y'all
Because I'm educated y'all
You
in this story hooked on hero' in the truth
But that's god's way, can't face what the tomb say
Unmarked grave in the park where the kids play
News say,
Medic medic a, yo, that's what they yelling
Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling
What that kid gone do now, is that him
Medic! Medic! A, yo, that's what they yelling!
Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling
What that kid gone do now, is that him
from a food desert?
I see the news letters, can't listen to them, they be movin' too careless
This album's confessions of a man movin' quick, wonder if
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