1. |
buy my mom a house
02:11
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First Verse:
Scared to death scared live what a way to live
What you give is what you get but you gotta give
Gotta give it up to mom raised kids, workin all them gigs
New Years resolution every year Buy My A Mom crib
It's some real bullshit tho
I shoulda been had her chillin' in a villa ya know
a Lil somethin' somethin'
All this muthafuckin hustlin'
All this servin' all these custies, riskin' felonies bro
Couple bad flips from broke
And it’s not like I’m broke
but the last month or so
pack flippin slow
I don’t panic but yo
What the fuck goin' here
Never ending drama but it’s riveting tho yo
Chorus:
Hand to hand
Hand to mouth
daily bread paper route
Got a goal
Plan it out
Tryna to buy my mom a house
Started off wit a ounce
Man Man lookin' out
Trappin out my mama house
Tryna buy my mom a house
2nd Verse:
I see the ribbon on the door
I see the expression on her face look of awe awwww
She don’t get it, can’t believe it
Like mom it’s yours
Reoccurring daydream my mind drifts off
While I'm baggin up, countin up,
voice in my head loud as fuck
Do that shit double for anybody that doubted us
caterpillar butterfly shit
them jewels from the struggle them shits priceless
real niggas know you gotta grissle for ya goals
Had to get it out the mud hustler guerilla mindset
Theory practice theory nigga learn from journey
Like the story of Santiago yeah the Universe conspires yeah
Chorus:
Hand to hand
Hand to mouth
daily bread paper route
Got a goal
Plan it out
Tryna to buy my mom a house
Started off wit a ounce
Man Man lookin' out
Trappin out my mama house
Tryna buy my mom a house
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2. |
murder porn ft. Antwon
02:09
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1st Verse
Ain’t nobody even knowing’
Like where this thing going
In New York New York Times said the death toll growing
Rona goin round like a merry go going
No defense for it, made Gobert the posterchild for it
Goldenseal, echinacea, garlic, ginger in my potion Antidote for poison, nothin new for the homies
Stay home social distance what they saying at the moment
On the gram on they story single jawns lookin lonely
Quarantined to crib, me and wifey in the kitchen
Might step out right quick, but for only essential business
I ain’t heard nothin bout rent canceled yet
Niggas stressin’
That Stimulus check
We gon have to flip it
Got a homie our in China that been telin’ me for month
Check points , lockdowns, this the future of the funk
Like something outta movie,
Got me price shoppin’ uzi’s
Stacking can goods, planting seeds, to harvest in a month
Chorus
Planting Seeds I can Harvest in a month
Got me price shopping uzis
Planting seeds I can harvest in a month
That Stimulus check we gon' have to flip it
Bandana on my face, on the bike for the local moves
Got the hooptie for luga lug woopti woop
I seem watching from the super zoom
Right there corner of the room nigga a you intune
Feel they eyes even they digital
Helicopters flying over, we scrambling on the Diddy low
Essential business tho, for real tho, dig me tho
Thats my word this my negro spiritual
Swing low sweet chariot
21st century blues for a next Harriet
Conceived late march 2020 up in farauaratit
Baby Moses floating down the nile in the bassinet
A Spike in births let’s call them coronials
The next Testament The book of NE$$ my testimonials
Who knows what the future holds
That’s why we got Griot tho
Might not see tomorrow, take these entries from my Journal tho
Chorus
Planting Seeds I can Harvest in a month
Got me price shopping uzis
Planting seeds I can harvest in a month
That Stimulus check we gon' have to flip it
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3. |
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Mindin' My Own
First Verse (NE$$)
I was just mindin' my own
Yeah I was grindin’ I ain't serve nobody I was just holding
Rollin' down Myrtle on the bike peripheral scoped'em
See the D's parked in a unmarked Ford Focus Yo
Blue & white patrolling
Between a rock & hard place rollin' passed Nostrand Yo
They pulled out, rolled up on me quick
Pig in the passenger already talkin' shit
Where u goin'/why you askin up block/ oh you tuff / what the Fuck I even sayin nothin'
Yo ignore'em keep rollin’ peddlin' peddlin' up the block
They cut me off, pinned me up against some cars that was parked
In front Project Parlor
Four D's hemmed me up Gripped me up
I’m like what fuck I do, what the fuck
Now they askin' for ID's like bouncers in the clurb
But for what, why you stop me, said you was riding on curb
That bike on a sidewalk NYC racket
If it ain’t that it’s them check points catch you up in traffic
Ask me can they search me but I’m ready for they shit
I don’t consent to no search/ oh you lawyer said the pig
They had my arm already, pressed me up against the car people watchin' from deli
A mini crowd start forming think that shit gon' stop’em
Slammed me to the ground ground tryna dig up in my pockets
Ounce a chronic in my left fatigue pockets tryna block’em but it’s 4 on 1 plus my whole bike right on top me
Face down in the middle of Myrtle arm ' round my neck, got my arms stretched out like Jesus out this bitch
Pulled the loud from the left
Pack of white from the right pocket
fuckin' smug cop faces lookin like we got'em
Now I'm cuffed in the back of they car
Cops in the front
Talkin' bout we’ll let u go
If you tell us who’s ya plug
(Fuck outta here)
Chorus:
and a I was just minding' my own yeah Mindin' my own
I was just minding' my own yeah mindin' my own
I'm sayin' I was just minding' my own yeah Mindin' my own
yeah I was just minding' my own yeah mindin' my own
2nd Verse (NYM):Mindin' My Own
I was on my way
to the gym
Early morning
get it in
Till they jump out the van
Pointing at me
Like that’s him
I don’t remember no faces
just the barrels
Of the weapon
And they little one
Who told me if I move
He’d shoot me
You know they gun hoe
Out of small towns
Don’t know the culture
Slime balls put you in cuffs
then they assault ya
rights
Don’t ever get read
That’s in the movies
Ny cops
choke you to death for
selling loosies
been fasting for the last 3
Days
Won’t eat the sandwiches
Wrong person
Need badge numbers
Suing for damages
C.O
On a power trip
Don’t wanna turn the phones on
dude got stabbed
He the reason that they ain’t
On
Should of ran
Nah I should of stayed in the crib
Got booked for doing nothing
I was minding my biz
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4. |
somethin' outta nothin'
03:25
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Somethin' Outa Nothin'
Chorus:
Makin' makin' makin' makin' Making somethin' outta nothin'
Somethin' somethin' making somethin' outta nothin'
Making something
Making something outta nothing
Something something making something making something
Outta nothing
We Made something
Outta nothing
Outta nothing (well not nothing nothing)
We tired of sufferin ain’t no future in your frontin'
First Verse:
Sunshinin' yeah I’m smiling
But there’s darkness all around us
Lost souls in this Wilderness and no one ever found us
All nighters whiskey neats coca resi in my sinus
Yeah ménages every other night a Domi Dionysus
Vampire gold fronts fangs shinin' like a diamond
Bite marks on thighs thotty sounding like she dying
Lying face down, ass up you know how like it
Murder Music on the Bluetooth tender lovin' violence
I’m killer no homi
drug dealer since a teen.
Fiends fiend for drugs, we fiend money... We All fiends!
On MILK in front the mural u know Martin had dream
On my Detroit Red Malcolm Little shit
By any means
All these years in the mud
fed myself, fed my seed
another rat in the maze lost sniffin' for cheese
I started off wit a quarter fronted by a young supplier
Round the same time as Tupac’s Ambitions of a Rider
I done, seen the evolution of this game, street codes, different drugs, of myself, of brain
Last few New Years my resolution been to call it quits
Every time I think I'm out they pull me back into this shit
Second Verse:
You don’t even know do you do you do
inspiration for all of the songs
you don’t even know how a nigga been holding on
Hustling for as long as you know me but nigga I’m grown
Even my little baby ain’t even a baby no more
How long am I gonna be duckin' that long arm of the law
3 in the morning peekin' in peepholes knock at the door
The trap nigga no better word no metaphor
We All trapped shit both sides of the door
I’m talking bout all of this dog I’m talking all sides of this war
the custies hustlers even the lawyers and officers dog
Cost of this holacaust
Drug war let’s call it a loss
I thought I was winning of course
Now I’m just lost in the sauce
Started off... yooo
I started off just not wanting a boss
make my own schedule like fuck it my off
write & smoke for hours or roam the city get lost
fast forward 2020 was it worth the trade off just sayin'
Chorus:
Makin' makin' makin' makin' Making somethin' outta nothin'
Somethin' somethin' making somethin' outta nothin'
Making something
Making something outta nothing
Something something making something making something
Outta nothing
We Made something
Outta nothing
Outta nothing (well not nothing nothing)
We tired of sufferin ain’t no future in your frontin'
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5. |
black love
02:51
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6. |
rona
02:17
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7. |
d.r.e.a.m.
03:11
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Ambulances ain’t coming
Morges over flowing
Bodies piling up
Dam you heard about the homie
another life another RIP post on the gram
and he aint day of the shit ambulance just never came
can you imagine' waiting & waiting watching a life flicker out like candle you panicking
frantic calls gotdamn where the fuck is ambulance nightmare but its real shit is fucking insanity
life precious more precious than precious stones
take that shit for granite but my niiga we flesh & bone
one day you here in the physical
next thing you know they raising money for ya funeral
tomorrow aint promises promised non stop news corona virus
so many done died how many more gon die
wrote a song about it wanna hear kinda morbid right
D.R.E.A.M death rules everything around me
the system tryna kill tall
the government is tryna kill y'all ]
dollar bill y'all
think back to when you realized everybody dies
like everybody ya mom gone die you gon die imma die
I think back to witnessing my first homicide
see the trigger pulled hear the shot rocketaa
its in the eyes Chico see the life leaving his body soul floating out to the into ether
something like the season changing
something like book of the dead its different pages
all the world a stage we all players yeah but different stages
don't wrote to the script player shit is crazy
reaper working overtime double time alll the time
Police covid 911 & like Colombine
ve Police more than covid 911 colombine
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8. |
crack era babies
03:24
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9. |
teenage kids
03:11
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Teenage Kids
(Intro) Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids...
(Poem)
"Somebody mighta drowned today a Rockaway
Coulda been a false alarm tho
Kinda made me think of 'Toya
We was teens last time I seen her
She died the next summer
seems like a lifetime since I last saw her"
First Verse:
Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids
Still lowkey outside this how they feed they kids
50leven side hustles but this still they gig
Dreams of mansions, feet up like a Pele kick
But they still here dead end job style
anwnry & hostile
Watch out liable to say something like so foul
Oh what you Pac now
spittin' at paparazzi talkin' bout this my new style
Nights sleeping on train cuz some bitch kicked you out
You tried to kick her ass out but nigga it’s her house
All that car in my girl name
Everything her name
All good 'til she ain’t ya girl mayne
Live from the A train
Feel like you going insane
Monday morning rush Manic Monday...mundane
Get up Walk up out the train something like the fuckin walk of shame
Chorus:
Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids
teenage kids
teenage kids
Repeat
2nd Verse:
Wake up, take a shower, meditate, make a smoothie
Hit the streets, make a play out the uber or the hooptie
You think I’m in a drop, dog you seen too many movies
Still when I hop out Wipe Me Down like I’m Boosie
Still on my ducky, duck duck y’all goosey
grown man wit the service, niggas young buck goofy
treat custies with respect, you treat customers like groupies
spent my reup ree-ing up, you blew your reup some Gucci
Buyin' bottles chasing coochie, in the club lookin sloppy like they slipped ya ass roofie
Saw you stragglin' in hood nigga Zombie Fela Kuti
On the humble the 4 devils turn G Moneys into Pookies
Slippery slope like a luge homie
Get lost in this shit thats lose homie
Not for nothin you know you owe me and not to sound like Big Worm but uhh where my money Smokey like uhhhh
Chorus:
Shout out to grown street niggas with teenage kids
teenage kids
teenage kids
(Repeat)
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11. |
spare the rod
02:55
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12. |
third world poor
03:53
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13. |
memoirs
03:47
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NE$$ x Baby J New York, New York
In a music scene swamped with sex, drugs and opulence '21st Century Blues' fills a space currently missing in hip hop, showing both struggles of the young Black man trapped in the system and the opportunities and hopes of the future that could be.
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