Lyrics:
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
of the simple type Jay-Z
I ain't want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the, in my personal opinion
So he asked me, "What you think of it
a slippery slope
Cause once you caught the hook
Know it's over no joke
And I'm faded off a hit
What she put in the toke
Tried it no not slipping
But I slipped
gotta go to the county buildin', man
These kids ready to eat! I'm ready to eat, shit
I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
You on you way or what
til' I Pull up on him
Me and Jaiden playing with tools like We kids or something
Pussy nigga drop the lo you know we Come fasho
Yeah, collect calls from
eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you call it pa)
One
a chance and I got what I got
Gave her some bands I don't like it a lot,
If you by chance, aware of the plot,
Ain't no stairway to heaven, you grind
crazy sayin, "If I had what he had"
But if you had what he had, nigga you'd be mad
Three kids, see dad broke-ass waitin on the royalties with no cash
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
you really want klout don't care what it takes
That's the word around town
Word around town somebody goin down
Who gon slide whole gang pop out
It's do
A lil business
I could show what the finesse about
Get a cut on my dope
When it come to my weed
I done paid like a half
What you get a ounce
Ever since I
Bitch I'm the best, nobody on top of kid
Think you is then you must be out of it
Put you on the Side B, tryna fight me
Got a stick with two beams
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
I wanna hear your heart beat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight by your side
By your side
I wanna hear your heart beat
Share your dreams
it
Niggas don't want the rec they terrified
All my ops move around I'm verified
Have your ass on the news like a headliner
On the block with the blower
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
and make em other
Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
That you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop
I get a little ends but,
Face it! You’re too old
I’m 23, I told em, “Same shit, new bowl!”
I said
'll be,
What I wanna be,
I'm me,
Not a wanna be,
I'm the,
One grinding
You
like, "You just don't care"
Like I'm the one to fucking blame
I gotta feed these kids
They want a poster child
It's either rapping or back to the
Crack
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
almost got caught
Niggas want to turn around, no you can't spin the block
Pump this up (What)
Pump this up (What)
Punk this hoe, out that door (Woah)
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