"New Era" lyrics
Yeah
P, dot, L, dot, K
As we continue on
With the 5 and Better Series
Volume 4 on the way!
Yea, any day!
Who wanna play?
Huh?
Louis V tee and I'm skiing in European
Pussy you ain't seeing, I G'em and put the key in
AM to PM, I'm treeing, Louis with three and
Moving the V and, Korean off sour D'ing
My blood temperature give you a chill
So I don't give a fuck how they feel, never have, never will
Blue steel quarter mill leather wheel
You crazy? Glue your trap shut never squeal
Bunch of disrespectful shit said until
Shit hits the fan, fans I am no more than a man
Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water
Aura, way out of the era, clever
Invisible set of sparkles on my sweater
Herringbone stone, shorty gives dome then I dead her
The new jack years are full of old nigga reminiscing
And the computer's the new television
And my swagger back in the day
Cause the new shit got faggoty ways
Feet kick you out of the throne, gravity waves
Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised
Look around, it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet
I get down, a nigga will chop your head off if you cheat
You're a clown, beat down, dead out on the streets
And my sound, chopped down heroine on the beat
No sleep, recession hit bet I'm gonna eat
6'4" chair, seven on my feet, never known my peak
Mary Jane knock I answer with open arms
And every weekend's a smoke-a-thon
Money, only thing I've really been focused on
I left niggas with nothing that's really dope too long
Reborn, haters don't even get a whole song
One verse, one hearse, one burial gone
Saphire as I laugh by ya, I'm that flyer
And my stash higher, than a crack buyer
Vroom, smoking like a back tire
You don't talk on the phone you ducked a tapped wire
Don't fuck with the ticking time bomb
Get your picture found on This is 50 dot com (log on)
My life's the bomb, with sticky Chron-Chron
Got the G of the mack with me, Mr. Don Juan
P, dot, L, dot, K
As we continue on
With the 5 and Better Series
Volume 4 on the way!
Yea, any day!
Who wanna play?
Huh?
Louis V tee and I'm skiing in European
Pussy you ain't seeing, I G'em and put the key in
AM to PM, I'm treeing, Louis with three and
Moving the V and, Korean off sour D'ing
My blood temperature give you a chill
So I don't give a fuck how they feel, never have, never will
Blue steel quarter mill leather wheel
You crazy? Glue your trap shut never squeal
Bunch of disrespectful shit said until
Shit hits the fan, fans I am no more than a man
Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water
Aura, way out of the era, clever
Invisible set of sparkles on my sweater
Herringbone stone, shorty gives dome then I dead her
The new jack years are full of old nigga reminiscing
And the computer's the new television
And my swagger back in the day
Cause the new shit got faggoty ways
Feet kick you out of the throne, gravity waves
Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised
Look around, it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet
I get down, a nigga will chop your head off if you cheat
You're a clown, beat down, dead out on the streets
And my sound, chopped down heroine on the beat
No sleep, recession hit bet I'm gonna eat
6'4" chair, seven on my feet, never known my peak
Mary Jane knock I answer with open arms
And every weekend's a smoke-a-thon
Money, only thing I've really been focused on
I left niggas with nothing that's really dope too long
Reborn, haters don't even get a whole song
One verse, one hearse, one burial gone
Saphire as I laugh by ya, I'm that flyer
And my stash higher, than a crack buyer
Vroom, smoking like a back tire
You don't talk on the phone you ducked a tapped wire
Don't fuck with the ticking time bomb
Get your picture found on This is 50 dot com (log on)
My life's the bomb, with sticky Chron-Chron
Got the G of the mack with me, Mr. Don Juan
