New Garden Intro Lyrics

Sitting on top of this shit

Wondering pondering how high my Conscience could honestly get

Look at the clock tired of clocking shit in

Niggas turn chicken the shit look like pocks all the spots he got hit

Raging today

Hearing opponents and they speaking upon the saddest of names

Need to walk backwards from following paths that them niggas have paved

It ain't nothing like the Migos when they say they having they way

Still I've been sitting on top of this shit

Talking that shit noggin top done got hit

Said that was it is it's not adding up

That is tough

Yo bitch licked after I hit a lick

Put on my shoes but them shits didn't fit

You'd be a fool to think I'm in a pit

Not pitiful at the least best retreat if you pull up because all of you cats can get nipped

Pussy

Close to the edge

your gonna be dead if you push me

A nigga is far from a rookie

If anything close to a vet

Running it up without breaking a sweat

Ain't repping no shit I won't throw up no set

Turn the eight infinite ways how I'm pushing

You you you and you

You you you and you

You you you and you

You you you and you

You you you and

You you you and you

You you you and you

You worried bout followings right

Best strategy get yo dollars up right

And then flex see which of them people don't like it

Like a model ain't the modeling type

Make sure I boost her head she feeling like it

Remember days when the router won't right

Connection with funds to banks nothing like it

Show me what's coming from head like a psychic

Zooming past niggas like pardon excuse me i know that the dust they gone bite it

At the very fucking least right so how could one feel of so righteous

I refuse to act in pure spite I don't wanna be one god spiting

To prove there ain't a nigga like this

Hey

I'm Raging these days

Hearing opponents and they speaking upon the saddest of names

Need to walk backwards from following paths that them niggas have paved

It ain't nothing like the Migos when they say they having they way

Sitting on top of this shit

Wondering pondering how high my Conscience could honestly get

Look at the clock tired of clocking shit in

Niggas turn chicken the shit look like pocks

All the spots he got hit