Lyrics:
cannot stop
Can't sleep in the cots
Dont fuck with opps
We party on tour
Drinking galore
She want some more
I group em in four
We by the shore
I am
mountain
I'm cooking up whipping the pot by the ounces
The people be looking that shit be astounding
I'm really up steady my neck is fountain
The pussy be
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
your thoughts progress
And drop your guard to the floor
And get caught in my net
Gotta confess this is all I possess
Until I'm called by death I'll
slide
If I get high its gonna be to the sky
My niggas get rich and you just getting by
He talking shit then we gonna let it fly
I call these bullets
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
was duct-taped, the whip had new car scent (new)
Paranoid he circled the block before he parked it (paranoid)
He usually would stop at the bodega
you O'Block, but you don't know George?
(Na uh) niggas my kids, go do your chores
(yeah, come on)
OG hit shots, kids hit the floor (Damn)
I'm lookin'
searching
Can't flick the channels just surfing
Cause I heard we're bout to stop murking
I changed the channel to the news channel
What the hell they talking
now I give these kids 5 to make a run to the store
And I’m getting money but I still need more
Got a mixtape buzz but I still need tour, Nigaa
I go
discussion, stuck me in a suburb school
Now day and night I'm on a bus full of fools
Who parents didn't want us ended up in the news
You must be crazy, you
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
grade, mom and dad decided to move
Once upon a time, there was a new kid on the block
In the Chicago area called Morgan Park
Apartment to a house so it was
what can I say? (What?)
Big body, 100 thousand dollar car
I pull up in new one, every day
Man, what can I say?
I'm getting too much cake 'fore I save
It's that new kid on the block
New kid on the block type shit
New kid on the block
And she really want my cock
And this song aint even drop
But she
One step, two step, G checker kid Run up on your block and your wigs are getting
Split Grew up on a Ezi, let me tell you how I live
Hard times, never
a chitlin' tour they booked me right in Spain
I been doing my thing in Europe next trip imma bring da gang
In Arkansas saw shit I never saw them college kids
It's the new kid on the block, I know they like the sight of me
Like I'm Tupac, know the name, cuz I got all eyes on me
I be posted with the gang
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
I can't afford to own
When being young starts getting old
A new pace saves face or so I'm told
Be the new kid, on an old block
A chalk outline
to the moon, Rest In Peace to the Rocket
That's all I'm gonna be yellin' when you see us on 'em tours
L.O.Y.c.L.T.Y, New Money, Blocc Brothers merch all in your
him the new Jay's
Swear to God homie this was Obie's cool days
BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him
Shooting hopes, who got hops?
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