Lyrics:
Yeah, definition of a don
It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you
Who's that nigga, you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
got it? You got sunshine
Sunshine's for free) in the vine
(So we plant our seeds in the vine, right?)
We have sunshine
(We just have it, we don't need
Kid
Cudi has returned the vibes is back
I know it's gonna be a lot
Of conversations after tonight khaled
I love you i know you got
Killers in Miami,
come on you got a voice
Screaming to my younger self yeah you a coward a boy
I was scared to touch the beat machine cuz all of this noise
Saying it
the Christmas tree
If you ain't up to nothing babe run a couple blocks with me
Grown but I feel like a big kid again
Got everything that I wanted on my
don’t matter though, it ain’t about me
It’s about ideas people with new ideas
People who believe in truth
And yes
As you probably could have guessed by
kids being dumb tonight
Keep it, keep it, keep it
You can take it, I don't need it
I don't wanna turn if off, off
But I feel depleted
You can take my
right behind, I'm serious (serious)
And I'm straight off the 9, now I'm serious
Who you gon' send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any
got word
That I came from education and my cell got searched
Got caught with a phone, I'd just come from the block
New kid in the jail, but he's one
to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
made new is
So I got stuff I need to prove to me
Got stuff I really need to prove to myself
It's been a minute think i need a couple new trophies
(that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got
(that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my
listen to you
You're a Karen, call the cops
Tell 'em it's a black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked
And the tattoos on his face is
got
(We got)
Underdogs tryna get on top
(On top)
We're just the new kids on the block
We're just the new kids on the block
Oh oh oh
Block
Oh oh oh
bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm only twenty-four years old
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
right out the spot
I never say what i got
But just know im keeping alot
Had to go ice out the watch
Boy you a fan better stop
I got them bands, i got
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
X'd out the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak intelligence on the block
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough to break you left
nobody to you
Uh, yes
It's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's your girl, B (yes, woo)
It's your boy, Young
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh,
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