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The time is 8: 09
I’m running to the line
The one that takes me down
Down to Chinatown…

There’s shouting in the streets
A pattering of feet
Intrigue is everywhere
Total chaos…

Chinese restaurant
We’re meeting here tonight,
We ‘ll say goodbye
For one more time
Chinese restaurant
Keep breaking up and mending
Seems to be the pattern of your love…

A writing on the wall
A symbol tells it all
I should have known before
She was moving on…

Mysterious almond eyes
Incapable of lies
I should have known before
She was moving on…

Chinese restaurant
We’re meeting here tonight,
We ‘ll say goodbye
For one more time
Chinese restaurant
Keep breaking up and mending
Seems to be the pattern of your love…

It’s just like a movie
We kiss and she walks away
Alone on the sidewalk
I’m left like a fool today

It’s just like a movie
My fortune cookie says:
"Keep on moving on your way,
She’ll be back here once again"…

Chinese restaurant
We’re meeting here tonight,
We ‘ll say goodbye
For one more time
Chinese restaurant
Keep breaking up and mending
Seems to be the pattern of your love…

[Intro: The Bizzie Boys & Ab-Soul]
How can you do this when you’re spankin’ brand new to this?
I’m the leader
I’m the leader of this game
Old school or new
Old school or new

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uh, my predecessors never heavy lectured (never!)
Daily messaged through the text, vexed, totin’ extra (tote!)
Pedal bike sales, baggin’, pumpin’, just tryna stretch it (stretch!)
Snipe your bitch, no Wesley, double cup full of Texas (po’ up!)
Back room, project buildin’ with eight niggas talkin’
BAPE shop in Japan, had a dream J Dilla called me (uh!)
I paid attention to the Fugees and I killed ’em softly
All white, feelin’ Godly, I’m cloud-steppin’, don’t bother (uh!)
I take offense to disrespect over who lyrical
Triple threat, every move I’m makin’, all pivotal (every move!)
Far from Biblical, I want threesomes, I need a chick or two
Polar bear stretched out in my livin’ room, he from Alaska (uh!)
No more masters, had me spittin’ with the Kiss voice (a-ha!)
Raspy but I’m classy, knockin’ André and Big Boi (yeah!)
Outkasts of my generation, I ain’t never fit in (never!)
Now I’m blowin’ sour in clubs, I could never get in (light up!)
In Tokyo, reminiscin’ on my cousin that overdosed
Seen a fiend so high, thought he had caught the Holy Ghost (ah!)
Catch a body in Harlem, lay low out in the Poconos
Watching Scarface wanted to be Alejandro Sosa tho

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
(Microphone check 1-2)
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
(Microphone check 1-2)
You supposed to be the future of the world
You supposed to be the future of the world
(Microphone check 1-2)

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh I drag individuals, bragging on residuals
Divide jiggables, while the flag is indivisible
My state is digital
How these rappers the hottest, how you rappers the coldest
My fireplace is the igloo (oh)
What you say is the truth then I salute ya, De-La-Soul
I pop the Ruger and pop the new some
The extra extensive extent we’ve gone
To send you in witness protection
Exit with this throne
I can hit you niggas ex
Or I can get you niggas x
Or I can get you niggas XXXTentacion
Bitch we not the same thing, me I come from a different world
I flip you out yo’ frame like the Wayne Wayne then hit ya girl
Run up bare-faced broad day, the fuck ima wrestle for
Leave your ass on heavens staircase touched at the chapel door
Fuck you your national anthem, that shit don’t concern me
Cause it’s your country I’m smoking Monte Crystal
Discussing bitcoin and cryptocurrency
That’s probably why white people stay connected
My people stay corrected, white people stay protected
From the same dangers in life that my people stay subjected
The USA got a race obsession, hatred
I hope you know that’s why I race my possessions
I treat my Porsche like Oprah
And my Wraith like Stetman (ah)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
(Microphone check 1-2)
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
(Microphone check 1-2)
You supposed to be the future of the world
You supposed to be the future of the world
(Microphone check 1-2)

[Outro: Royce Da 5’9]
PRhyme

[Verse 1]
Dreaming all the time, thinking to myself
If I’m man enough, if I’m good enough for you
I keep thinking about when you said
I know I wasn’t ready for it, guess I was too scared
Wasn’t prepared for what life had to bring me
I just wanted to be free, or someone to need me
Every day I’m feeling like I can’t breathe, no
I can’t get no sleep, got the weight of the world on me
But it’s alright, alright, alright
It ain’t a surprise, surprise, surprise
Gotta do what you gotta do where I’m from
I’ma shoot if I gotta shoot, I don’t like guns
But everybody hating, where the love at?
If I give it to you, will you give the love back?
Ooh, it’s time for everybody to level up and settle up your problems
Just go ahead and let God in ’cause he got us, yeah

[Verse 2]
Tired of running from the police, huh
Never fucking over my homies, huh
Hope my niggas make it in one piece, huh
And my lane whipping in it one seat, huh
I know a lot of people owe me
But I won’t go back to the old me
Please stop acting like you know me
On my place, tryna keep us going
You got the right, the right to live it up
Shine ’til your light is bright and big enough
And if you bow down, come on, pick it up
When you aim for the sky, you start lifting up
It’s super heavy to carry your own weight
And too much to finish what’s on your plate
But it’s okay, it’s okay, okay, okay

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, the plug just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
Been a little soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, the plug just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
Been a little soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid