Lyrics New Era - M Huncho

Huncho, I'm on the blocka
Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah
A power forward, something like Ibaka
Pull up, have 'em making noises like Chewbacca, woah (woah, woah)

I'm on the blocka (block)
Got devil's food, but this ain't Betty Crocker, no
I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta)
I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet (facts)

I watched them spending money on them Prada (Prada)
Yeah, I like Prada but the devil likes the Prada too
Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun
And I don't talk in rooms, unless I feel the room

Louis Vuitton, that's why they treat me different
I'm with Lucien Clarke, we skating on these bitches
Immigrant, I was poor
They always treat me different
Now, it's bands, galore (yeah)
And I can't keep a mistress, and I'm with the cause
Not because it's trending and I'll sweep the floors
With rappers talking figures and I reap rewards
From all this fruit of labor, I would wear Dior
But I am not a Christian

Huncho, I'm on the blocka (Block)
Guns and roses 'cause I only roll with drummers, woah
A power forward, something like Ibaka (Ibaka)
Pull up, have 'em making noises like Chewbacca, woah (woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (block)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)

I like my house gated, I don't really want no neighbors (facts)
When their ship was drowning, Huncholini was their savior (sunk)
Now they don't behave, I get the Drac'
I'm on my worst behavior (worst)
Run the cake up, call the waiter, get the bill paid (cash)

Finish all your wine, baby, come, let's fuck for leisure (fuck)
Come, let's fuck for pleasure (fuck)
Fuckin' with my wrist up (wrist)
Didn't get a look until I went and got my bread up (cash, cash)
Fuck the violations, we put bread down for Ukraine, yeah

Get you down while I'm on business, somewhere in Odessa
Presser, presser (press, press), get a Vespa
They think they sick, I think I'm sicker (I think I'm sicker)
Ask Cage, you can ask my breddas (woo)

With some pressure got some diamonds, that shit wasn't no pressure
Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff, my eyes are redder
But I'm fed up, really fed up
Rappers turned to cappers, guess we're all in a new era
(I'm on the blocka, block), guess we're all in a new era
(I'm on the blocka, block), guess we're all in a new era

Guess we're all in a new era