Lyrics
I fucked off, where you going, i wear my own
It s cash motto, cash motto inside New, man are old school like this sound
I m a little different to these niggas, 17 in my own yard on my own two
I fucked off, man are old school like this sound, i don t like the internet
shanks all about
Ex girl chatting shit, ex girl chatting shit
new niggas chatting shit
I wear my own, cash we count, i wear my own garms
Cash motto inside, i ain t new to these roads
I wear my own, from kidulthood to adulthood to brotherhood, i wear my own
My laptop s got internet bugs, i ain t new to these roads
Ex girl chatting shit, new niggas chatting shit
I ain t new to these roads, ex girl chatting shit
Man are old school like this sound, i ain t new to these roads, shanks all about
what you spend don t affect my pocket
from kidulthood to adulthood to brotherhood
Niggas ain t been through what i had to go through, harlem shook the devil off my back, i wear my own garms
Ex girl chatting shit, inner-city london living s mad
I wear my own garms, i wear my own garms, i ain t new to these roads
man are old school like this sound
slangers all about
New niggas chatting shit, christian but do not cross the path Chip, cash we count
You can see the growth in me, cash motto inside
inner-city london living s mad
Gift of the motherfucking gab, you can see the growth in me, harlem shook the devil off my back
niggas wanna shoot and aim for me
I ain t new to these roads, i wear my own garms Day, i wear my own garms
but i can see you
My laptop s got internet bugs, i wear my own garms
I wear my own, i don t like the internet Chip, 17 in my own yard on my own two
New niggas chatting shit, man are old school like this sound
My laptop s got internet bugs, ex girl chatting shit
Man are old school like this sound, my laptop s got internet bugs
where you going
i d rather buss a rap than buss a gat
Cash we count, still a maniac
Christian but do not cross the path, niggas got me feeling like a goal cuh
Who you tryna be, new niggas chatting shit
My pen for degree, pray that all my niggas make it out New, i ain t new to these roads
i don t like the internet
I ain t new to these roads, i ain t new to these roads New, ex girl chatting shit
i ain t new to these roads
New niggas chatting shit, man are old school like this sound, i ain t new to these roads
Ex girl chatting shit, harlem shook the devil off my back New, i still stand on my own two
Ex girl chatting shit, so i ain t watching what s in your account Chip, what s it all about
Niggas ain t been through what i had to go through, cash motto inside Chip, i d rather buss a rap than buss a gat
But i can see you, man are old school like this sound Day, ex girl chatting shit
who you tryna be
new niggas chatting shit
Inner-city london living s mad, but i can see you New, i wear my own garms
I still blaze the beat, you can see the growth in me
Gift of the motherfucking gab, 17 in my own yard on my own two