NEW WORLD OLD MONEY

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, listen, homie Listen, homie Listen, homie [Verse 1] Listen, homie, this the mission: Make sure we no longer up in the kitchen On some fried bologna, government cheese, paper plates White rice covered with beans, tortilla on the side Listen, homie, this the mission: Make sure the lights work when we switch 'em, why the water lukewarm? Now the wordsmith, could book tour, write hooks for Abrams over Luke's score Listen, homie, this the mission: From back, back in the kitchen Mom and Daddy penny pinchin' Car need a new ignition, and brake pads in the back Back by any means, a motherfucker get it See me when you dream of glory and grandeur Better get your answers before they can stop us The glove greased nicely for the palm of your handler Sleepin' in the moment and forget who big pap' is [Pre-Chorus] Speak with candor, but mind your manners New world old money, the dough got antlers Too cold to stand around and answer Don't grow, no show, too cold Costanza Too cold Costanza, too cold Costanza Don't grow, don't show, too cold Costanza Cold Costanza, too cold Costanza Too cold [Chorus] New world, old money New world, old money [Verse 2] Let me get lost in my headspace Queens take the Kings to the boards, yelling "checkmate" Cloth is the best made, cut from the cuff link offer the coffin Rough if they cuff me Let me get my head back, pullin' out the weave If they shootin' heads then protect the legacy We ain't never sleep, we been workin' here for weeks Weeks turn months, months to years, I see the enemy But amoungst your fear, I see flight on a reflex Red eye high in the sky, where to chief next? Teach a pilot how to fly a yacht, getting sea legs 'Round the world if you got the guap, yelling seat check Millions of people, billions of dollars in wealth Fell asleep at the wheel, good thing the car drive itself Spiteful cycles are bad for the commonwealth Now we know how grandmama felt [Pre-Chorus] Speak with candor, but mind your manners New world old money, the dough got antlers Too cold to stand around and answer Don't grow, no show, too cold Costanza Too cold Costanza, too cold Costanza Don't grow, don't show, too cold Costanza Cold Costanza, too cold Costanza Too cold [Chorus] New world, old money New world, old money