Lyrics:
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
equal
His new album in stores - Tical 0, man
The Prequel
You know how we do when me and my crew bang
Been rapping this kid
Since he was down with Wu Tang
and fishing
Been about the block, whipped all the cars on the wish list
G class or G shock
Every other week i'm frontin with a new watch
Ironic cah the timing
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
Shia LaBeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bro don’t
Tell me how to be me
Though i love you the Tribe
Album is dope i love you
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
I was born in '92 the blizzard was in '96
It's was a cold New York night and this kid
the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I
familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
Can make it
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Caught by surprise. I follow my vision, I see with the eye
New kid on the block, I pull up
Wait a minute, who is this guy? Back in the mix. I step
the porch like, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, that new bounce
New bounce, new bo don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
And Pappy to do my thing
I'm just a kid, with envisions
And visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan told me
"Yo, Joey just do ya thing"
Now I'm lookin
Yeah
(Yeah)
D block
(D block)
(New Lox)
Envy, whattup my nigga?
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo
(C'mon)
If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
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