New Era

New era

New jacket

New sweater

Make music for my true father
Don't pleasure
ego credz talking who's farther

I'm the trophy on the shelf I'm a true winner
Tv dinners on the couch in the long winters

Been killing all these tapes I'm just as born sinner
More thinner
Hitting weight upon my class bmi printers

Wake fast, bad stretch, cooking and deliver
Damn
Wake fast, bad stretch, cooking and deliver

Cold air, hot breath, give me cold shivers
I'm a drug dealer
I push keys, chop white squares, slang em on the corner

Cd disc and black tapes in receivers
Need more time like street meters
If you not eating you just prey to the street sweepers

If you not moving then you binge eaters
More demons creep close liquor store seekers
Feel proud when my siblings see me off the bleachers

That's a different type of joy
I was set up and destroyed
And I conquered through the path
So I sit and make noise

In my
New era
In my
New jacket
And my
New sweater

New era
New jacket
New sweater

New era
New jacket
New sweater



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Aispuro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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