New Ones (feat. NoCap)

Vicasso on another one
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 SephGotTheWaves
 Whoa
 Oh, I
 
 Uh
 Run around with them same niggas
 I ain't thinking about hanging with new ones
 I'll go dig up them old rods
 I ain't thinking about buying no new guns
 Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
 kinda hard for me to move on
 I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
 I ain't tryna put no suit on
 I can buy a hundred steaks
 And I still won't meet the cops
 My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
 I barely got time to see my pops
 For the nigga who murdered Slim
 No doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
 I'ma put this Glock to work
 I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah
 Nigga damn near thought about killing myself
 'Cause I ain't wanna turn twelve
 When I was in the water drowning with them shark
 they was thinking oh well
 High-speed chase, went and got a room with my bitch,
 Thinking will my ho tell?
 Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life like we ain't got no bail
 I'ma bring my mask out (Brrah)
 Then go hunt for the opps, no Easter
 See, my bank account got a new balance
 I ain't talkin' about no sneaker
 Spray 'em down with Clorox
 Then make the haters go sit on the bleachers
 No new friends like two twins,
 I still run with the same people
 Run around with them same niggas
 I ain't thinking about hanging with new ones
 I'll go dig up them old rods
 I ain't thinking about buying no new guns
 Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died,
 kinda hard for me to move on
 I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
 I ain't tryna put no suit on
 I can buy a hundred steaks
 And I still won't meet the cops
 My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
 I barely got time to see my pops
 For the nigga who murdered Slim
 No doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
 I'ma put this Glock to work
 I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, throwed all my kicks away
 I got trust issues (Yeah), throwed all my kicks away
 Even my Christian Loubs, but ay, that's how it be
 I just didn't see it in you
 (Didn't see it in you)
 If I smoke cigarettes by the pack
 I still won't play like it's cool (Play like it's cool)
 I wanna take a trip to Arizona
 'Cause all I think about is how I'ma put my hood on like Trayvon
 In my zone, they tote automatics
 I'ma tear Burnsville down
 And I'ma name my projects AutoZone
 Last night I couldn't hear
 I was too busy thinking about death
 Water deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt, yeah
 Everybody around me armed
 Like they ain't got no legs
 I told 'em to bear with me
 But I had lost a couple Teds
 I seen so many starvin'g
 they took chances and went fed
 Dreams of BET but I'm still in the hood tryna catch a bet
 Spend a couple thousand on shoes
 It's cool, we'll get it back tomorrow
 Running with the semis since I was little
 So we gon' pull up in Ferraris
 Run around with them same niggas
 I ain't thinking about hanging with new ones
 I'll go dig up them old rods
 I ain't thinking about buying no new guns
 Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died
 kinda hard for me to move on
 I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie
 I ain't tryna put no suit on
 I can buy a hundred steaks
 And I still won't meet the cops
 My jewelry Frosted Flakes,
 I barely got time to see my pops
 For the nigga who murdered Slim
 No doorbell, I'ma knock 'em out
 I'ma put this Glock to work
 I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah