Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Warleans, artist - Kidd Kidd. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Warleans |
| Know what I mean? |
| I get it by all means? |
| It’s all on me |
| This is my city, this is where I’m from |
| There’s a lot of love, New Warleans |
| Street fame |
| This big gun in my pants go boom |
| Like a bad smell it’ll air out the room |
| In the morning right before your kids go to school |
| Who would have knew by lunch time that he’ll be on the news |
| Reporting live from the city of the blues |
| Investigators looking for clues, blues |
| These hard rhymes come from hard times |
| My pa was doing life, he caught hard time |
| Somebody died, here come the second line |
| Time to crack a smile, hold your cries inside |
| You see the pain in her face through a smirk |
| Celebratin' with your face on a shirt |
| You thought Katrina was the worst thing that happened to us? |
| You thought that FEMA money was enough? |
| But we gotta get it by all means |
| Trynna survive in the city of New Orleans |
| So fuck yesterday, say yes to the day |
| Because who knows if we gon' see tomorrow anyway |
| Only lord knows if we gonna die today |
| So we livin' everyday like it’s Friday, hey |
| Like it’s Friday |
| We livin' everyday like it’s Friday, hey |
| Only lord knows if we gon' die today |
| So we livin' everyday like it’s Friday |
| High grade Adidas, anybody lead us |
| We left the house of blues and then we took it to Anita’s |
| My niggas got the heaters, say they comin' out to meet us |
| We headed to together, said they’ll prolly try to cheat us |
| Trippin' off my homie, I’m knowin' that he a rat |
| He be reachin' out his hand at me, I don’t be reachin' back |
| Be like, oh since you got money now nigga that’s how you act? |
| I read the paperwork and, yo homie, I know the facts |
| I had trouble with the law, but this ain’t the same issue |
| Now I realize we ain’t cut from the same tissue |
| I was tryin' to trim my mustache, but the lights went off |
| Nigga trynna joke about I used to pipe them off |
| Back in early Magnolia when boys done had flippers |
| When tourin' in? |
| was four and a half niggas |
| The hood is all chains, the spirit is gold in it |
| None made the same, the feeling was authentic |
| Little brothers, enjoy y’all life while y’all here man |
| This shit ain’t promised |
| You know these niggas try like a mu' fucka in N-O man |
| I can’t believe this shit |
| Little niggas man, just droppin' off the porch man |
| Just comin' out the womb, 12−13 |
| Grabbin' that iron swingin' at mu fuckas |
| Pay attention homies |
| You know I’m not only livin' for me right now, I’m livin' for my kids man |
| And I suggest you do the same thing |
| You got a lot to live for homie, pay attention |
| Hey, Kidd Kidd, I love you for this nigga |
| Niggas get to hear that real shit, you feel me? |
| Uptown, downtown, stay connected nigga, I see you |