New Ways ft. Jim Jones Lyrics

Yeah

Let's take it there

Muhammad said "Don't count the days, make the days count"

So fuck that overthinking, Fuck that same route

I'm trying to find new ways to build the same house

And for closure, I fly away when I'm spaced out

I wonder if that man really walked on the moon

Or if at The Neverland, it's a pair of his shoes

The Jim Hendrix afro but don't play with my blue's

Chrome Heart rings with Tana to manage my moods

I was quick to learn people then I got patient

What if I said I heard the things that they was not saying?

"You got to drop that music Aura, told you stop playing!"

All I could vision is Large telling me stop waiting

But you know how we do, And you can't spell duration without D.U

So I am back in that pocket, That's Evisu

This for my granny in heaven, can't wait to see you

So while Snoh serenade, I'ma D'usse and Lemonade

I'm smooth as a Bevel blade but I won't never fade

Fuck it, Let It Fade...

UH...

Sing...

Sing...

Ay Dub what's up nigga

You feel my Aura?

What the vibe feeling like?

Harlem, How we living?

Capo

I been in my pocket like I just sunk the 8 ball

Been in the field since uncle Rick had them dunks with the 8 ball

Chill lil' nigga you don't really want me make a call

How we gon rise if nobody want to take the fall

I guess they scared they ain't gon' land on they feet

They also not prepared to get in no jams in the street

These are Jordan's but they rare, that's 2 grand on my feet

Without morals, let's be clear, that no man is complete

You see this thing about life, they say that balance is they key

It's like the triple beam when we was balancing a ki

Too much of anything, that'll tip the scale

And bitch we shake the room, It's like the Richter scale

We pack rulers just like a pocket protector

Brought a Glock for the watch and said that I got to protect ya'

So when I say I'm ill, that's really not to infect ya'

It's worse than covid, for real, if the cops do infect ya'

They said that a coward dies a thousand times

In a car with a thousand rounds, we gon' shoot his ass a thousand times

I'm just praying for the souls we lost to the journey

And I pray for foes know the cost of attorneys

You know that's usually the extent of it

So when we pack 40's you know we usually extend the clip

So when we shoot a movie, they didn't know that's a extended clip

That's the end of it

I still float like a butterfly

But they gon' try to clip your wings when you come this fly

I'm high socks, RAF Stans, muddled lime

And when I think about the dead, that's when I come alive

Hashtag, number sign

Year Of The Dub, 2020 again

I done done the unthinkable then done it again

I still don't know how I did it from going out on a limb

It's up in the air like Vince with his arm in the rim

They like deers in headlights, they see me mobbing with Jim

I'm in Tribeca, new Philippes... Party of 10

That's on Clizzy and Godson

And rest in peace Fred cause the city done lost one

Still rest in peace Nip, The Marathon is a long one

The Jay West edition merch on when the tour come

I'm the wrong one...