Young Jersey - New Day

At the door, holla at me
Die a real man, hella happy
(Swats on the beat so you know this shit slaps)
It's a new day
Know it's been a while but it's still Free Tay K
I don't know why yall got some bullshit to say
But I'm doin' my own thing you can't jack my style
Run this shit like a marathon
Jump out on these streets with my ice on
I'm feelin' this shit, had to get my vibes on
Got the game shook like I'm Zion
Baby I ain't just a shoulder for you to cry on
I started it, so imma have to finish it
Forces try to conquer so imma go diminish it
They prayin' for demise I can tell you wishin' it
I pay it no mind I gotta do some other shit
Free those locked up
Watchin' the clock run up
Gotta think twice 'fore you throw yo gun up
I be in the stu sun down 'til sun up
Cause I want the paper and the pencils too
Smokin' gas that gorilla glue
Actin' like a bitch pass you a tissue
Bitch I'm one of a kind, limited issue
Imma break it off but I ain't gon' miss you
Workin' hard, like the rent due
And if you do some dummy shit I ain't gon' defend you
If you talkin' down on me imma have to end you
Say you got the hookup imma have to send you
But if my brother need a loan imma lend you
Don't come at me with that shit I don't wanna hear it
I'm a strong man I ain't finna fear it
Quit trippin' tellin' me to start appearin'
Comin' at cha hard like a rear end
Apply my skills, imma take a stab at it
Not payin' me on time, that's a bad practice
Actin' crazy, now I see you mad at me
It gotta be this way, don't be sad at it
Self coronation, I'm the king now
Do a melody, tears that I bring
At the door, holla at me
Die a real man, hella happy
It's a new day
Know it's been a while but it's still Free Tay K
I don't know why yall got some bullshit to say
But I'm doin' my own thing you can't jack my style
Run this shit like a marathon
Jump out on these streets with my ice on
I'm feelin' this shit, had to get my vibes on
Got the game shook like I'm Zion
Baby I ain't just a shoulder for you to cry on
Hopin' for the dreams to come true I got a hunch
Upgrade this year like I done packed a punch
I be grindin' in the stu and such
Spendin' bags every time I go out to lunch
Pick it up and face it it's the facts
Winnin' every time they sayin' I got hacks
Just another young rapper out chasin' sacks
Ain't gonna be done til I got too many racks
Live it up 'fore its too late
I'm gonna be on top soon at this rate
Man I gotta be, it feel like its fate
Hopin' heaven dont close the gates
And if God callin' me I ain't finna wait
When I reach success that shit gonna be great
But not all heros wear capes
Stick to it, like some tape
Streets gon' go crazy when I drop my tape
Rather wear a black-T than some Bape
Fuck givin' up, that shit lame
Always change never stay the same
Self coronation im the king now
Do a melody tears that I bring
At the door, holla at me
Die a real man hella happy

Written by:
Eli Swatsenbarg, Steven Chloros

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