Another year has gone away to make way for a new way,
But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play
A new school wack rapper who can't write a
P stand for pacqiauo nigga
It was my first year in high school
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
A new world order, with a new constitution
I know they pay me too much of attention
Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier
I sit here after new years thank fuck its a new year,
Day turns to night a new year starts
Finish line with the tire marks
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,
New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt
Homie popped up with about twenty bags and
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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