No Homage / New Kid
Some niggas can say I changed on em
Because I thought they was on the same shit that I was on
But they not
Or they was on some shit that I wanted to be on
And when I got on that shit I got on it and surpassed them (PARADOX)
Niggas ain't shit, these bitches ain't it
They fumble the bag and they ass gotta dip
Where I come from if they put you on shit
You gotta pay homage or you not legit
Like I rep PG but I feel like the 6ix
I don't punch in flows I ain't feeling the shit
Know a nigga on wheels, Jordan Peele with the whip
Get the key and I dip, why these bitches on dick?
Cuz niggas ain't loyal and bitches be toxic
You take a red flag that's a flag on the play
These niggas run lights, set dive not safe
Then you get trapped for a check on a day
That's the first of the worse of the dirt every month
Shoulda kept that strap but you down for the jump
I ain't talking bout a gun, but you been lil pump
Cuz where I come from, cuz where I come from-from-from-from
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Everybody born by the chalk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay low
Still scream free Big Flock
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Punch in the flow, just talk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay low
12 roll through like the hawks (Yeah, damn)
(PARADOX, GOD-)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye I got something to say
Cool the moshpit down
2000 I came up, sick nigga from the jump
Sick boy, ill flow, that's Illmatic with the pump
Middle class, still low, used to throw away lunch
Them niggas never let me eat, all they would serve was punch
Best friends with the neighbor kid, sixth grade that shit changed
Mom pulled up working two jobs then schools got changed
New Kid in the seven, new medication had me buzzing
First impressions man fuck it, they thought I was weird they were right
Met squad past three weeks, mix of real mix of fake
Donnie B that's my nigga, he's had my back everyday
Flash up to the high school, niggas forgetting my name
Music popping to my brain, couldn't let it decay
Made my first song at 14, Lone Wulf was the name
Cuz that's how I was that day, that's how it was that way
16 got serious, I'm blacking out so delirious
Changed names and got focused, paradox so imperious
Three tapes that year, people start to fucking notice me
How the hell they even know of me
They ain't going toe to toe with me
They must think I'm still the older me
They gon treat me like the lower me
I had no confidence, I had no-
My heart was empty, I needed some-
College came and niggas flipped up, contact at a minimum
Because I thought they was on the same shit that I was on
But they not
Or they was on some shit that I wanted to be on
And when I got on that shit I got on it and surpassed them (PARADOX)
Niggas ain't shit, these bitches ain't it
They fumble the bag and they ass gotta dip
Where I come from if they put you on shit
You gotta pay homage or you not legit
Like I rep PG but I feel like the 6ix
I don't punch in flows I ain't feeling the shit
Know a nigga on wheels, Jordan Peele with the whip
Get the key and I dip, why these bitches on dick?
Cuz niggas ain't loyal and bitches be toxic
You take a red flag that's a flag on the play
These niggas run lights, set dive not safe
Then you get trapped for a check on a day
That's the first of the worse of the dirt every month
Shoulda kept that strap but you down for the jump
I ain't talking bout a gun, but you been lil pump
Cuz where I come from, cuz where I come from-from-from-from
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Everybody born by the chalk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay low
Still scream free Big Flock
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Punch in the flow, just talk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay low
12 roll through like the hawks (Yeah, damn)
(PARADOX, GOD-)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye I got something to say
Cool the moshpit down
2000 I came up, sick nigga from the jump
Sick boy, ill flow, that's Illmatic with the pump
Middle class, still low, used to throw away lunch
Them niggas never let me eat, all they would serve was punch
Best friends with the neighbor kid, sixth grade that shit changed
Mom pulled up working two jobs then schools got changed
New Kid in the seven, new medication had me buzzing
First impressions man fuck it, they thought I was weird they were right
Met squad past three weeks, mix of real mix of fake
Donnie B that's my nigga, he's had my back everyday
Flash up to the high school, niggas forgetting my name
Music popping to my brain, couldn't let it decay
Made my first song at 14, Lone Wulf was the name
Cuz that's how I was that day, that's how it was that way
16 got serious, I'm blacking out so delirious
Changed names and got focused, paradox so imperious
Three tapes that year, people start to fucking notice me
How the hell they even know of me
They ain't going toe to toe with me
They must think I'm still the older me
They gon treat me like the lower me
I had no confidence, I had no-
My heart was empty, I needed some-
College came and niggas flipped up, contact at a minimum
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Writer(s): Michael Forrest
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