Brand new, brand new This new place I got to New world, new sky That's so blue, it's black too New growth, new growth All these fakes I outgrew Blue bands, blue bands Get my cash from drive-thru Boy you're too flash, too flash

I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the

They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He

Count up bands with my best mans (Cook up grams with the left hand) Cook up grams with the left hand Left hand (left hand) Count up bands with both of my hands Cookin' up grams with the left hand Shout outs go out to all of my fans Dropped out of school

Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

All alone, or in two's The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their stand And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall,

It be hard to understand me 'cause my jaw keep lockin' Bite down, bite down It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin' Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin' I ain't even tryna talk 'cause my jaw keep lockin' She ain't tryna be a

It ain't safe, it ain't safe If I hit it one time I'ma pipe her If I hit it two times then I like her If I fuck three times I'ma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls Tell your man pipe up Nigga, pipe up Hunnid bands from the safe In

It's my belief pride is the chief cause in the decline Of the number of husbands and wives Where nobody lives Two people each having so much pride inside Neither side forgives The angry words spoken in haste Such a waste of two lives Two broken hearts