New Moon ft. Masses Lyrics

Feeling like I'm running out of time on the clock

Wasting all my energy on this chick from the block

Investing all my time, hope my team get a shot

But if not, then I stay posted up on the block

Doing what I choose

Kick it with a few

Try not to blow a fuse

Wicked views counting

I'm in the room shouting

At the top of my breath

It's no stress

Whats next

Better yet

Is it complexed

Apply the pressure

I'm in the Chevy

Knowing damn well homie

You can't tell we get to ringing the bell

Everyday I'm falling out of the picture

I'm fucking with ya

Who's gonna pull the trigger

For the mad skrilla

Ain't got much really

Big silly with the chronic stuffed inside a Philly

It ain't pretty

But times is not shitty

I'm riding through the city with the fitted

I'm really gifted

Marijuana drifting

Feeling like I'm running out of time on the clock

Wasting all my energy on this chick from the block

Investing all my time, hope my team get a shot

But if not, then I stay posted up on the block

Nowadays everybody think that they know me

But take a step back and hold up 'cause that was the old me

Times changed and I had to rearrange my vision

I came step to the game but all I saw was division

Pussy who is you kitten

You raps fake that's fiction

I got the bars like prison

I do this for the tradition

Now pay attention to the rhythm

Rather let me mention my lyricism

Native with attitude should've been NWAs new edition

Bars like San Quentin

But my shits in better condition

Leaving them fiending for more is my mission

Would flex with them bands but I'm paying tuition

Boy to me this is simple addition

Put me in the booth, I'm the key to ignition

Feeling like I'm running out of time on the clock

Wasting all my energy on this chick from the block

Investing all my time, hope my team get a shot

But if not, then I stay posted up on the block