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New Beginnings
FiveFingersNoah
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Ball Atlanta Hawks, no Tony
Don't hit my line hoe, yeah you real phony
Got a E30 with stick shift
Got my bets all in, this the count up Olympic's
KSC going all in, fuck a ball hog
Big smoke out this pack, look like all fog
Talking with blood clots, look like Suge Knight
Little bitch talking too much, you get sniped
Still counting dead presidents
Barge in, take everything at residence
I been the man, the kid, the son, the win
Clutching up at the game, been evident
Yeah, your boy can get you what you want
But at the end of day, you ain't really ever been on shit
Better keep a guard mufucker, avant
Starve a little and you might just get a hit
Go, go, go
Aye, aye, aye
Go, go, go
KSC bitch, KSC bitch
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste, aye
Put my car in fifth gear, put you in your place
Mufuckers talk shit, but they never race
Hit you with that gun, yeah, left you fucking erased
Yeah, talk to me when you got a tape
Been shining, not struggling, been different
You my son, you my kid, yeah but we different
You lurk, but I see you, got sixth sense
Five fingers broadcast, you be on the fence
They be chatting cross the nation, yeah we got distance
Relying on singles, pussy boy got no substance
Learn how to mix, maybe you gon' get something
Learn from yourself, talking from within
Go, go, go
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste, aye