Steez - New Crack

(Verse 1)
I got Coke like the 80's
Sometimes I swear I'm so dope that you can just scale me and weigh me
I swear this era so crazy, That they barely can save it
By any means, I'll serve them fends until I'm pushing up daisies
I told my pops that I'm serving right now I'm moving them drugs
He told me son now stop wilding, And what you think you a thug
I said this game can get dirty it’s like some soap without suds
My pedigree ain't no TLC, I'm not out for them scrubs
You know them folks they be listening but we don’t care what the feds say
That stuff is what they sniffing when they decided to press play
I move weight everyday…Every time that I’m rhyming
The way cut it and bag it…You’d swear I’m nickel and dimming
My microphone has been taped, They said they out for indictment
I live the life that I live, Cause it is filled with excitement
A generation of misfits I been sick…
Just take a hit of this ill shit I been it..

(Hook)
New Crack
This that New Crack
This That Ronald Regan Era
This That 1987
This That Stairway on to Heaven
This That Blue Porche’ 911

(Verse 2)
I got Crack like the 90’s
Sometimes I swear I’m so dope that the DEA gotta find me
I mean these drugs so enticing, That psycho crusher M. Bision
This shit confusing the feds, Cause they ain’t seen nothing like him
I got that Thriller nigga, That’s something that you all just might jack
Tell me who’s iller nigga, Who else that you know might move weight like that
I beg to differ nigga, I paint pictures that’ll bring your sight back
And if they sleeping on me, Then bitch gone ahead and take a nap
….Keep it all under wraps - Like you was sleeping with mummies
….All because of that new crack - It got you moving like zombies
Between them snares and hats - There lies them lines they be bumping
Them 808’s in the back - You gotta hold on to something
And once I lay them down to breach, Pray these drug do reach the streets
Swear that it was passed through me, So high it’s like they fast asleep
And now they woke off DMT, DM me if you need that heat
Coke in lines, I got sixteen, They hope to find this shit on me

(Hook)
New Crack
This that New Crack
This That Ronald Regan Era
This That 1987
This That Stairway on to Heaven
This That Blue Porche’ 911

(Bridge)
We don’t want you pushing if you ain’t moving that dope…Nigga
So just keep it pushing if you ain’t really that dope…Nigga
We don’t want you pushing if you ain’t moving that dope…Nigga
So just keep it pushing if you ain’t really that dope…Nigga

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