VERSE 1 Its a brand new year, got a brand new state of mind 2010 homie, and Im still on my grind Globally, you know its me. Im a so unbreakable Flows so perfect you could call it unmistakeable Bank account is cakeable, so I let it rise Do it for the culture til the day of my demise No disguise. In plain view, I am Mr. Tyson Rolling with my crew, looking sharp and were slicin Right through the bullshit, straight to the top Money on my mind, but it aint about the gwop Its about the people who represent the movement I wish that there were more of us, but yall are too consumed wit The champagne spillin, women that your pimpin Skinny jeaned children with a nose full of yip and Grownass men that really should care, but the Feds Got em locked upstate somewhere, is that fair? HOOK 2x Give me your money Give it up, live it up, time to rip it up Pick em up, give a helping hand to lift em up Revive your spirit, Cuz you know that its a gift from up above our heads And you know its nothing new to me Its all love, when you do it for community Showing mad unity, to people like you and me Everybody needs to see a new black history VERSE 2 A new black history, aint a fucking mystery Creating it everyday feels like bliss to me Nah, you wont be missin me cause Im here daily Flows too legit, so I know you wont play me Blame it on yourself, cause youre better than Jamie Take responsibility and youll be less crazy Get it done, and get on out Ghost like Swayze Man I got the most, no boast my baby Toast my baby, to the fuckin host Everybody pointing fingers but it aint a roast Got mad game and we shootin from the post I rap so sick, yo I should be diagnosed I know I flow more quicker than slomo And I hit you wit shit you should already know I just wanna go, to the motherfuckin top And Im never gonna stop in the name of HipHop Count gwop, then HOOK 2x
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