Текст песни New Harrison - Terrell Morris , Harrison , DijahSB

I'm back by popular demand
I stay on point john stockton with the raps
The flow stay heat like a rocket when it blast
Certified in these streets you just popping on the 'Gram
Designer on the face just to cover up the bags
This ain't a race I'm still running up the tabs
Don't get offended I'm just tryna get the cash
And the meter keep running, like I knocked out in a cab

Where the fuck have I arrived?
Who knows, who knows, who knows?
I'm in the waters tryna keep from going under
Never was given instructions
I just made something from nothing now I'm loving thе life
Painting pictures wherе the canvas subsides
I'm not sure what to, do at this point I didn't plan to survive
If you ain't know that's because I got a master disguise
Now I'm set up like Steve Nash passed me a dime

It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all

Some of you try to black ball me, forgot about two things

Oh, they must've forgot about me
That would explain the sheer lack of preparation
You said I changed, y'all shoulda changed
You hella stagnant
Y'all pen and page and leave it at its early stages
I wish you better days, but later days to the weekenders
I live my life all through the week, I'm one of them deependers
Swimming in it, sippin' vino from my decanter
I'm fancy now, I like my shit to pour from decanters
That's just what it is I guess
I've got witty banter

No more corny talks with niggas who can feel your aura
Oh, you a empath, make paths for my swift departure
I give you ten taps, ten taps 'til you dearly depart us
Ain't no frills you could shop us
There's really no meal that could hold me
Hungry as Phil, Uncle homie
Look here, it's real as my Sony
I lose my chill you'll be sorry
Boy might leave world, goodbye Cory
I think referrals are corny
I shake your hand just to know you
Wanna take your chance? I Implore you

It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all

Some of you try to black ball me, forgot about two things

I'm back by popular demand
You don't know shit, you in the barrel with the crabs
The flow so slick, that it be slipping through the cracks
On my solo shit, I need them riches from the rags
My coat stay clean, when I kick it in the lab
And I got smoke for the snakes that wanna slither in the grass
Niggas sneak dissing but that won't get you any cash
Gossip to women you think that's gonna get you ass?
Pathetic

It doesn't always work out in the end
I get it
Instead of waiting on niggas to do it
I did it
It always make you wonder
But I am on track now a nigga at the front
Of the train like the conductor
My cash automatic like jordan was with the jumper
This shit is not the lotto I'm not concerned about numbers
I just want to give the biggest crib to my mother
Leave when it's the winter return when it's summer

Like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all
It's like that y'all
That y'all
I don't really give a fuck about it at all