New Shoes ft. CannedYogurt Lyrics

Why were we born? why do we have to live

Can't afford new shoes, fuck

I'm too broke for you

Can't afford new shoes, fuck

Still too broke for you

But I'm still that nigga, fuck you

56th street, Philly, niggas shoot, yuh

Ion't fuck wit you, mind your damn business

Bitch

Now they lookin' for you

Fuck a paycheck, I ain't have a job in two - five months

But I been looking

I play 0 games

I get my rings then i dip you call me sonic, ay

You can catch these knuckles if you fuckin' wit my emeralds, ay

I'm staying on my island, so please do not fuck up my day

I'm passive (Death)

But I'm no NPC, look at my discography

You sure you want to release? I destroy the fuckin' beat

I break it down, build it up, like it's carpentry

You cannot touch me, buddy

(Ah)

(A-A-Ah)

(Nothin' left from my job)

Yeah I'm that nigga, Don't need bitches either

At the bakery, yuh, Baking 6 figures

The dough is still rising, oven at the temp

Boutta' bake this shit up, boutta' put it in

Bitch I move like whipped cream get the bag and go

Nah it's just business boy don't take it personal

I'm talking shit you never seen and you will never know

Get out of my way nigga know I'm tryna-

Grow, heart, love, know

Take it slow

Keep it going

Wealth, grow, grow

Build your way up

Let us stay

Shine sun on priorities

Can't just lay

Wealth, grow, grow

Fertilize your time, and get that dough

Sittin' around is making me frown ain't

Owning the town if you won't get up, up, up

Water your cash, moisten the grass

Get up off your ass, and go, go, go

Cause your wealth grow grow

Wealth, grow grow

Making the bacon, can't fake situations

it's mine for the taking, I'm so groundbreaking

I'm a sick combination of pain and agitation

This is my awakening and we all know

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow

Wealth, grow, grow, okay

Yeah I'm that nigga, Don't need bitches either

At the bakery, yuh, Baking 6 figures

The dough is still rising, oven at the temp

Boutta' bake this shit up, boutta' put it in

Bitch I move like whipped cream get the bag and go

Nah it's just business boy don't take it personal

I'm talking shit you never seen and you will never know

Get out of my way nigga know I'm tryna-

Take it slow, take it slow

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