Issue No 194 Newman Lyrics
Newman by Issue No. 194
(Verse)
What's as real as this?
I spend my earnings in the hangar, not the dealership
That mean I'm flyer than a build of whips
Just take a minute till fans arrive
To realize the current state of rap
Since Amanda By's was a plan of mine
It's amateur hour, the man with the power
Stand and devour cowards, deflowered by whom ? louder
And ironically, they headed the summer
A chick from down under, written by a chubble man, make you wonder
If anything is real or are we all just pretendin'
By hopes of offending you fake fucks
Take what I'm sending, a message, don't test me
Attracts whack even to debt me
That make hell out to clap me yoself
Check it, the f-eys bless me
I think I buck some keys like I'm swizz beats
The gangplan got hoes, all you makin' Swiss cheese
Double X put they freshman out and miss me
But I ain't trippin', half of them are gone to 15
You a sixth man bowlin' fo' yo sixth team
Since I was 16 all I had was big dreams
Big crib, cars through the striptease
Neva payed for pussy, boy, that's whip cream
I'm two players, split screen
I'mma abide(?) to these cold dots
My sight's on, yo wife gone
With the lights on tryna cyphe-bon'
My python, and he life lack
Cuz they jealous of my lipon
Let bygones be bygones
Cuz if it ain't bygoods it's bygones
I'm on my own flick and deemed it
I'm a muthafuckin' titan
I kill shit when I rap so I guess you could say I write wrongs
Life songs, no bite night
Bring hype right, no lime right
May mic just like you for your mind right
Bright light!
I ain't had to rap produce a play for free
And I ain't earned every square foot of my place to be
So I suggest you rethink what you gon' say to me
Cuz like DjBooth, I'm gon' judge you from A to Z
And cashmere II is on the way
I'm like Numi holdin' weight
Bout to humanize the faces of Gods
Half this place is a facade
The otha half you play is no mirage
What's as real as this?
I spend my earnings in the hangar, not the dealership
That mean I'm flyer than a build of whips
Just take a minute till fans arrive
To realize the current state of rap
Since Amanda By's was a plan of mine
It's amateur hour, the man with the power
Stand and devour cowards, deflowered by whom ? louder
And ironically, they headed the summer
A chick from down under, written by a chubble man, make you wonder
If anything is real or are we all just pretendin'
By hopes of offending you fake fucks
Take what I'm sending, a message, don't test me
Attracts whack even to debt me
That make hell out to clap me yoself
Check it, the f-eys bless me
I think I buck some keys like I'm swizz beats
The gangplan got hoes, all you makin' Swiss cheese
Double X put they freshman out and miss me
But I ain't trippin', half of them are gone to 15
You a sixth man bowlin' fo' yo sixth team
Since I was 16 all I had was big dreams
Big crib, cars through the striptease
Neva payed for pussy, boy, that's whip cream
I'm two players, split screen
I'mma abide(?) to these cold dots
My sight's on, yo wife gone
With the lights on tryna cyphe-bon'
My python, and he life lack
Cuz they jealous of my lipon
Let bygones be bygones
Cuz if it ain't bygoods it's bygones
I'm on my own flick and deemed it
I'm a muthafuckin' titan
I kill shit when I rap so I guess you could say I write wrongs
Life songs, no bite night
Bring hype right, no lime right
May mic just like you for your mind right
Bright light!
I ain't had to rap produce a play for free
And I ain't earned every square foot of my place to be
So I suggest you rethink what you gon' say to me
Cuz like DjBooth, I'm gon' judge you from A to Z
And cashmere II is on the way
I'm like Numi holdin' weight
Bout to humanize the faces of Gods
Half this place is a facade
The otha half you play is no mirage