Lyrics:
don't be fooled by the News and their manifestation
And I ain't even goin back that's for certain
But they told me don't worry
Bitch! I ain't worried
that fay love I'm a good kid
I stay in shit everybody try and tame us, I go by Ken I ain't got no friends I just got bro's they dangerous
I seen some
the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block
On my way home from the school playground
A few blocks away from where they spray rounds
Payed it no mind, I'm just tryna see my greyhound
Mom's shop
you do...
EVERYDAY.
I remember as a kid that I used to want a superpower
To up and fly around the world as I move around it
On the block late at night
play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different
But, if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison
My life's full of bad bitches,
came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news
So they choose to point
Main man swore the block was his, shining's his jig
Got no wifey no kids
Just been juggling his change on that Gucci and chains
On a mission to cop
spinnin' blocks, that's that lil' boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin' his world
I let everybody have their fun with me
Never had a woman say she done with
bitch wanna' new booty now
Guns like call of duty rounds
I got the weed in the back yeah
I'm finna' call up the slatts yeah
Posted up where that boy
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
How many times you look in the mirror and stare at yaself, what do you see
How many thoughts do you try to block, 'cause they get so dark, what did
Yo welcome to tape 2 everybody
I'm so blessed to be back with y'all, man
Shoutout Stew, Stew the glue obviously
Putting this, putting this thing
i’m not even
Gonna get into that
But worse than that, the kid E
Back to my man E e
Is with Queensbridge he’s from
The Bridge he’s with Nas and
Them
like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back
chose
Still I'm livin' it by street codes
Pain and poverty put these flows in Beast Mode
Here we go
The road to my success from here was not a block
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
and Domo, we're two talented kids
Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads
that I fell I came back on my feet
AOTP drop now I'm back wit the heat
This game's no love
The murder rates and by luck
Money got snuffed for an old
yeah
Smilin' like a motherfucker countin' the green
You can't fuck with the kid
My boy started thinkin' back on the train
bout all that shit we
when it cross my mind
Know our story is assigned by the way that the stars are aligned
And we back here again cause we mastering life
Right
Fuck how you
Been Stargazin since I was a kid
Nah This Shi aint new to me yeah I'm destined for this
Fuck money here to influence the world cause whatever u put
problems that I can't fix
Me and everybody really don't mix
By myself chillin only think that make sense
OutKast kid in the basement
I don't make love, I
the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers
Yo, everybody want to shine
[La the Darkman]
Yo, you want to be me
Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes
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