Lyrics:
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
shooting up yo kids whip (okay)
Flip another body imma flip him like a pole boy, hallows in the clip imma put you in a hole boy,
Demons on my back yeah they
shot load glocks
To top now swallow hallow tips
I be that fisherman throw new drip
Just to reel em in it's sickening
Cock back to peel his wig
Mathilda's
no drip
When I'm not Rapping im back in the bricks
Trapper up late you bound to get slipped
They say they want smoke, I extended the clip
Its really
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
[Verse 1: NyuKyung]
Back in the back, winnin' and I'm passionate (Yeah)
Everybody's shy about a boy and his [?] (Wow)
Layin' that I'm ackin' 'em, my
Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon)
World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
Yo, there's brothers on the block
in
Fuckin' on babygirl, she give her all back
I do not live by the water but girl is an ocean
We do not play no football, what is the motion?
Nigga
version that you know
Now is a different person
Ah
I was just a kid so fuck do you know what I've been
Through there's a fuckin reason if I'm sippin lean
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
all that 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
to my kids when I cease to exist
I am what I
You should know it by now
I'm the brains behind these beats I mastered my sound
I'm the one moving pen
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
jumping like a pogo
My New bitch badder than a mofo
When you hit it from the back gotta go slow
Big booty ass fat, but she want mo
Niggas throwing up racks,
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures
You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips
Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips
Cock back
the deal?
What's the deal?
[3rd man]
Yeah, yeah.
[1st man]
Yeah, aight, so what all we gotta do is do the shit we been working on and add
This new
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
new tricks.
Putting all the lids back onto the glue sticks. We're
Packing up the bags like we never stop.
Picking up the last little Lego blocks. You
(Uh-huh)
Back on that shit, MiEl and Teyland on the beat
Just call us the stick up kids
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
the old to the new.
[2nd man]
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.
[1st man]
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
I had to learn the lesson
I'ma teach my kids tomorrow
It's real sorrow
In this world, we all know
Everybody going though
Nobody wanna cry though
Had
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