Lyrics New Phone, Who Dis? - Vet Martinez

Yea a lil flavor

New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis
New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis

The price of my life
Is way more than yours
Fuck rehearse, I just press record
I might sing the verse
I might rap the chorus, I mean
Either way me and Delly got a hit
Every day gotta brand new bitch
Gotta brand new life
Wit a brand new crib
Bitch I did it for my son
He the sun to my world
My last bitch showed me
That the world ain′t enough
It's only so much you can do
For one another
Still gotta fight baby mama
That′s forever
Still her make her blush
When I pull up, accidental
Coincidental don't believe that life
Killed my alter ego had to
Leave that lie
Teaching my son how to lead in life
And you wonder why I had to
Raise the price
Bitch I gotta

New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis
New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis

My old life it been gone
Focused on my mental
I lost friends and kinfolk
I took that with a grain of salt
Clout ain't what I′m into
Clouds are what I tend to
Land on when I′m in this zone
Uncomfortable it might get you, I
Remember all the days
I doubted myself
Fast forward looka here
I done got it myself
Middle finger to the world
I'm proud of myself
Hands up in the air
You alive keep em there
Never try to meet em at the top
Beat em there
I′ll be the sight
When they not seeing clear
So yesterday's price
Not the same as today
I done worked my ass off dog
Be clear, now I gotta

New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis
New life
New goals
New phone, who dis
New price
New flows
New foes, who dis

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