New Lane
New life
New haters
Same shit
But new paper
I know old hoes
That'll still do some good favors
When you livin like this you might have to sign a few waivers
New life
New haters
Same shit
But new paper
I know old bitches
That'll still do some good favors
When you livin like this you might have to sign a few waivers
Bar for bar I can't be touched
I'm sick like it's quezy
Star for star I'll eat like lunch
Just to shit like it's easy
I pray for those who I can trust
I know sometimes y'all get sneaky
I'll smoke you new rappers like blunts
And I won't pass cuz I'm greedy
I adapted to better things
You Can't be mad if you sleepy
I imagine killin the game
you still in wonder like Stevie
Better get your head back in the game
Cuz the game don't give freebies
If you think it does What a shame
I'm Flabbergasted you dreamin
Don't think you flexin
you just confused
Hope you get the message
you off the goose
Oh you ain't got service
now that's just proof
You so ass we could call you caboose
Oh this shit nasty
I got the flu
You don't want problems
You want a truce
I think we got em
Now grab them tools
If I gotta kill you to stay alive then I'm lettin loose
New life
New haters
Same shit
But new paper
I know old bitches
That'll still do some good favors
When you livin like this you might have to sign a few waivers
New life
New haters
Same shit
But new paper
I know old bitches
That'll still do some good favors
When you livin like this you might have to sign a few waivers
I'm gettin the green then I'm gone
Don't give a fuck what I'm on
Don't just be callin my phone
If you ain't got a buck of your own
You better have tricks for your bone
Or you ain't gone be gettin this loan
We'll see if you do or you don't
Now watch how you usin that tone
I feel the zone in the air
I have my throne
You have a chair
I have goals you have prayers
You a clone I'mma rare
I got woods you got squares
You want mine I got fares
You want parts I got shares
Don't got yours I got spares
Don't think you bossin
You just a fluke
Don't think you blowin
You just a flute
Don't think you fire
You just need a chute
And you a liar
If you think you ain't prolly gettin the boot
You need to be thinkin on what to do
Like how do I graduate from my school
Like fuck the rap game I'm goin mute
Cuz there's just so much more for me to do
Y'all might as well stay in school
Leave all that shit alone
Leave all this rappin shit to me