Lyrics:
somethin' new, we starvin' for it
My little man go to bed so hungry
Get up, go to school with his nose runny
Come home with his nose bloody
His sister
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
grandmother
Kid, which cemetery?
Valhalla
New York?
Man they're tryna break my balls
Now, the house you have in China
How tall are the walls?
Like 20 feet
in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us with no tentative
paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A
Miami, DC, Bemore and out in the bay
(With everything out of the frame
See, we deserve to stake that
Christ
To die is gain
For me to live is – Christ
By no other Name
For me to live is – Christ
To die is gain
The new has come and I will never be the same.
was...
They stayed here in Harlem
Uh, Look
Swear this is rap royalty
I float by in that two-seater, it's coral leaf, Team Aura loyalty
Whole crew wrist in
Because I want to, live, forever
They killed a man today, in New York City
Just like they shot John Winston, oh what a pity
Tell me why, they gun down our
at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's
wanna do
I'm down for whatever
If you down and out
Know it'll get better, like
It'll be just fine and
I know you tried time and time again
I know you
to health
The highway to wealth
The highway to strength
The highway to money
The highway to power
Respect by the hour
In New York City
It get really Gritty
One percent two percent skim milk whole
Doesn't matter to my bladder just
Put it in the bowl
Too many options it's a problem for chris
Mix trix with
mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer
mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live, you're either the dealer
used to usher Sunday mornings
Now before Sunday school, I hustle and I'm on it
I can't slow down, nah, a dollar and a dream
In this life you live
blazin' the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm
I don't know about you
Hahaha
I like to live my life
On
Zoom
I'm not talking about the internet
I'm talking about like
In real life
It's the Goddess
It's going down from out of town
Off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan
And make a hefty bundle
Blessing weight
Danger Danger
There's a brand new stranger
Claiming that's he's backed by lil baby from the manger
Yes
It's me
Young Theerie
Tryna make the world
at the door
Can't get my foot in
This a new trend
But watch me transcend
Keeping it a hundred
In a scale 1 to 10
You my best friend
We share the same soul
Been
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
California
New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath the bed
Fighting, biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my
SCENE EIGHT the labyrinth underground
(Meanwhile, down below, we see the PHANTOM
And CHRISTINE in the boat
Crossing the underground lair)
PHANTOM
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