Lyrics:
pretty old being the new kid in town
He'd always tell his friends, "My daddy's sick today"
Said he's be rich if he had a nickel every time he heard his
try, to get by, sometimes life feels like a thousand knives
And we all get old but we'll all grow, welcome to the garden of love
What's it's like
friends, left the same old bitch
Got the same old chains, from the same old hood
cin't a damn thing changed, never thought shit would
Oh please, oh please
a bunch of savages
Customs agent looking like he's mad at me
Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy
Knew that I'm a rapper, guess he's not
to take this the wrong way
But don't you think I'm old enough
And big enough and strong enough to play
The games that daddies play
My friend Billy
Sea and lead you to the promised land
Our demons blazin, and it feels amazin
I can lay here till I'm old and grey and shrivelled like a raisin
Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A
lemme know what you doing by the end of the night
Bend it over shake that ass for me
Yeah, Tell your friends to come too we can get it tonight
K.O.T.C.
block it
They cant block this
I aint paying platforms nothing
Im too old school
Still like phone calls
Speak with manners
Thats that g code
Fly like eagal
like a kappa do
One step, two feet
Finesse a new round
I meditate till I'm Ali in the jungle
Peace in action
Slide on you with traction
'Bout to go hard like a watchman
'Bout to stand guard like a watchman
Real name is ShaMar that's a watchman
You do not believe me just watch man
You're just a bunch of sad old bitches
I don't care, I've got better things to do
I will not be made to feel like shit by you
There was a time, you
I said whoa now slow down there slim
There are sharks in them waters he said how do you know I said I can tell by the fins
Stay salty my friend get
bread
Don't worry about the old Kmaajor, that boy dead in bed
I'm outta my mind, all I see is red
On the phone just with the therapist, there's demons in
a finger on the fence
It gives a little and she turns to me and says
“...It’s good to see you my friend
We’re not as young as we were then...
Could we do it
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Vino got me acting dumb
Vino got me acting dumb
I forget the country that I know these women from
If I can't account
Then I gotta do
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
chick call me up like who are you doe
And I still feel like Jordan with the flu doe
Swish! I'm in the paint what do you know
I am on a mission out
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse
Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious
really not no friends of me
I can feel your negative energy when I go by
As I grow think they know their career dies
Gotta do it to em sorry y'all my
Chorus:
When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me
Verse 1:
It's ten o'clock and darkness
friend
My friend
End of a legacy to rule the world
I'll build it all from scratch like the days of old
Starting all again always feels so cold
But by
Look
I had to look at myself in the mirror like, "do you wan' rap anymore?"
It ain't been easy to write as of late, I don't know if I have any more
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