Lyrics

*Crowd Hype/Chatter* [Verse 1 - Lew Sid] Feelin' like 1st Day of School New Shirt New Hat New Bag New Shoes Ouh Feelin' like 1st Day of School tell my old chick move Imma need new Boo's Ouh Feelin like I just can't lose , cuz I'm way too smooth I arrive they choose Ouh It's a new year new rules , got me switchin up the game Imma need new moves Like In & out , cross Pump fake wit the J then toss The alley oop to my dawg wit the sauce I Ran D to ya broad no Moss Gum bottoms on the shoes no floss Lil ice on the jewels no frost I only want winners on this side You know I can't take no loss , hol' up Feelin like the man to-day, Imma make new trends set a fresh new wave Aye I ain't spend 300 on J's but my kicks still flames gotta fresh new fade Hey Dudes throw my crew shade but the pretties of the opposite sex do wave Aye The reason they ain't giving you play off top you fake like a fresh toupee *Crowd Hype/Chatter* [Verse 2 - Jade Josephine] Feeling like I just came home Homie let me get the Jag, sit my ass on the throne Oh Been worth the weight solid gold, only deal with real kings, tell the fake adios Oh Known to flip it like Circus Soleil Rebel without a cause, feel like Lisa Bonet Okay I serve it, eat it, slay Every time kill it, I deserve more praise Like Amen, L'chaim Spitting holy scriptures so divine Put the pedal to the metal, let it grind Throw sun instead of shade, let me shine Too lit Verse from my two lips, too sick//on your grave, oh you guessed it, tulips ooh shit Whole squad, whole crew lit Whatever I choose to do, supersedes the myths This here is Upper Echelon Cosby sweater on Don't need pills to put all that pressure on Look who next, we on there Classic, yea she so Claire Uh Upper Echelon Cosby sweater on Don't need pills to put all that pressure on Look who next, we on there Classic, man she so Claire Swear *Crowd Hype/Chatter* [Verse 3 - Intalek] Feeling like Bill in a fit No pill in her drink but she's willing to strip... Feeling like Bill when I dip In her pudding, said she wouldn't but the thrill got her lit... I put her on camera she went.. Lets just say she can dance on a stick... I made a little copy of the flick And I played it back for her and her friends in the whip A cup of Henny on ice, no straw Alligator print on the sneaks, no flaw Pony up the hair baby girl you're a doll All them snap chat pics got a nigga tryna call Like 9-11, find a reverand That booty need a verse Out the new testament God, it's Heaven, all slight, gift of gab... Plus more, you know Lek just a different man Feeling like fuck how you feeling like I'll never fall back but the car ceiling might Finna raise the bar like a wheelie'd bike Shit, you ain't gotta try when you really hype... Running with the jewels when I kill a mic Walking coupon, so I get the dealer price Intalek, Gods Gift, Theodore .. ALFY gang, ATI, either or...