[Chorus: Dom Pachino] New things, new thoughts, new life New vision, new money, new wife New car, new business, new home I'm from New York, that's where I was born Old things, old thoughts, old life Old vision, old money, old wife Old car, old business, old home I'm from New York, that's where I call home
[Dom Pachino] I'm out for new things, like brand new estates With, fifty footy high iced out gates Vehicles worht a quarter mil, and got iced out plates Enough currency the ice out makes Sometimes being hostile, is what this lifestyle takes Put a niggas lights out, great, but the fights outdate Got to pull the pipes sound blaze, now you fucking my freedom Blue and whites on way, and that kid that I blazed Is one step away, from flatline, now will that ice stick around Or will that ice melt away And see the way when I come out, for my penetentiary stay And the new things I was doing was seeming old some way And that new car I was driving is A&T today And my new wife is old and her hair's all gray And my business hit rock bottom cuz the boss was away So watch what you do kid, and watch what you say Cuz new things turn to old things, every day
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[Dom Pachino] I drop lines, harder than nickels with ice on 'em I'm hot, caliente, my beans have spice on 'em Throw ice on 'em, Dom P'll get nice on 'em Cut the lights on 'em, without a slight warning Have you peeps morning, as I wake up in the morning Feel all tired and shit, I was gon' stop rapping But I'm too young to quit, besides the fact, I feel like the shit This track sound like a hit, lyrically I'm sounding my best These niggas not original, they sound like the rest Let me get some shit of my chest, I feel like I'm stressed Everyday's another obstacle, it seems like a test I blew my main, once I acknowledge the game Made the transition, from the streets to the fame From the, block to the stage, it's the shit that I live That I, write on the page, and one is the loneliest number Next to the number two, so I doubled the trouble Made it, harder for you, to cope with, the dope shit I even made it possible for you sniff and smoke this
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[Dom Pachino] I'm out for new things, like brand new estates With, fifty footy high iced out gates Vehicles worht a quarter mil, and got iced out plates Enough currency the ice out makes Sometimes being hostile, is what this lifestyle takes Put a niggas lights out, great, but the fights outdate Got to pull the pipes sound blaze, now you fucking my freedom Blue and whites on way, and that kid that I blazed Is one step away, from flatline, now will that ice stick around Or will that ice melt away And see the way when I come out, for my penetentiary stay And the new things I was doing was seeming old some way And that new car I was driving is A&T today And my new wife is old and her hair's all gray And my business hit rock bottom cuz the boss was away So watch what you do kid, and watch what you say Cuz new things turn to old things, every day
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[Dom Pachino] I drop lines, harder than nickels with ice on 'em I'm hot, caliente, my beans have spice on 'em Throw ice on 'em, Dom P'll get nice on 'em Cut the lights on 'em, without a slight warning Have you peeps morning, as I wake up in the morning Feel all tired and shit, I was gon' stop rapping But I'm too young to quit, besides the fact, I feel like the shit This track sound like a hit, lyrically I'm sounding my best These niggas not original, they sound like the rest Let me get some shit of my chest, I feel like I'm stressed Everyday's another obstacle, it seems like a test I blew my main, once I acknowledge the game Made the transition, from the streets to the fame From the, block to the stage, it's the shit that I live That I, write on the page, and one is the loneliest number Next to the number two, so I doubled the trouble Made it, harder for you, to cope with, the dope shit I even made it possible for you sniff and smoke this
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