New Harrison (feat. Terrell Morris) [with Harrison]

I'm back by popular demand I stay on point john stockton with the raps The flow stay heat like a rocket when it blast Certified in these streets you just popping on the 'Gram Designer on the face just to cover up the bags This ain't a race I'm still running up the tabs Don't get offended I'm just tryna get the cash And the meter keep running, like I knocked out in a cab Where the fuck have I arrived? Who knows, who knows, who knows? I'm in the waters tryna keep from going under Never was given instructions I just made something from nothing now I'm loving thе life Painting pictures wherе the canvas subsides I'm not sure what to, do at this point I didn't plan to survive If you ain't know that's because I got a master disguise Now I'm set up like Steve Nash passed me a dime It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all Some of you try to black ball me, forgot about two things Oh, they must've forgot about me That would explain the sheer lack of preparation You said I changed, y'all shoulda changed You hella stagnant Y'all pen and page and leave it at its early stages I wish you better days, but later days to the weekenders I live my life all through the week, I'm one of them deependers Swimming in it, sippin' vino from my decanter I'm fancy now, I like my shit to pour from decanters That's just what it is I guess I've got witty banter No more corny talks with niggas who can feel your aura Oh, you a empath, make paths for my swift departure I give you ten taps, ten taps 'til you dearly depart us Ain't no frills you could shop us There's really no meal that could hold me Hungry as Phil, Uncle homie Look here, it's real as my Sony I lose my chill you'll be sorry Boy might leave world, goodbye Cory I think referrals are corny I shake your hand just to know you Wanna take your chance? I Implore you It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all Some of you try to black ball me, forgot about two things I'm back by popular demand You don't know shit, you in the barrel with the crabs The flow so slick, that it be slipping through the cracks On my solo shit, I need them riches from the rags My coat stay clean, when I kick it in the lab And I got smoke for the snakes that wanna slither in the grass Niggas sneak dissing but that won't get you any cash Gossip to women you think that's gonna get you ass? Pathetic It doesn't always work out in the end I get it Instead of waiting on niggas to do it I did it It always make you wonder But I am on track now a nigga at the front Of the train like the conductor My cash automatic like jordan was with the jumper This shit is not the lotto I'm not concerned about numbers I just want to give the biggest crib to my mother Leave when it's the winter return when it's summer Like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all It's like that y'all That y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all