New Harrison
DijahSB

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 the 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
Terrell Morris:

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 n 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
Swimmin 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 wit niggas who can feel your aura
Oh you a empath, make paths for my swift departure
I give you 10 taps, 10 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 yo hand just to know you
Wan take your chance? I Implore you
It’s like that y’all
It’s like that y’all
That y’all
I don’t really give a fuck about it at all

DijahSB

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