"NEWTOME" lyrics

I try to be real, but these fake niggas can't even—
I try to be real, but these fake niggas can't even listen to that
Woah, woah

I try to be real, but these fake niggas can't even listen to that
Pour so much every night, white Styrofoam cup, but the only thing I'm seein' black
She keep on tellin' me I'm not the one for her, same bitch last night still let me crack
3 in the mornin', the fiends callin' all on my phone, tryna tell me like "Give me a pack"
I told my bro we gon' make it, but they ain't gon' build with you, leechin', bro, get off my back
Two-tone Rollie, what's two times two times two times two times two? That's some racks
Rolex bust-down, Audemars bust-down, AP bust-down, know that's a fact
Okay, y'all niggas just gettin' into this shit, it ain't new to me, go 'head, relax
Find a New York Manhattan, I'm shoppin' at Saks
Got a new pack in, but of course I'ma tax