Lyrics:
nervous
Just know I do this job dirty
Like Donna Karan New York
Call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time
I travel courts and dream crime
My room
mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em
50 large to my bail hearing
(yeah)
The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
I love my mom
But that hard was my real parent (Woo)
Let's go, who run
the choir standing harmonizing
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
Hold Camby
killed about fifty
Until he got a radio job in New York City
Good luck, a hand shake on the curb
Oh, about the killer thing, moms the word
Years later
I'm
I'm supposed to sound like, I'm from New York
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though
I bought the spotlight back, you should thank me no
And if you
I'm supposed to sound like, I'm from New York
Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though
I bought the spotlight back, you should thank me no
And if you
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
and thuggers
New York SlowBucks, them my brothers
ATL with Migos and Young Thugger
We gon' shoot shit up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look
My money so big it can't fit in my matress
Devil bought the actress 'cause I signed with Atlantic
One fifty cursin while trappin in Spanish
Forty in
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
Since the 50's,
nah even way before that what
goes inside
a woman's mind hasn't changed
even one bit
Life lightin' up in her eyes
a show of diamond
Tell them niggas we can get it, still ridin' 'round this city
By my lonely with this .50, think it's glue to my lap
I was bummy, now I'm litty, want
niggas in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't look right but listen black we be aiight
[Incomprehensible]
Smokin' blunts by the boxes
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
Christine Goreham lived in Shoreham by the sea
She left all her money to the man in the Cat's Protection League
Fifty years of playing out this
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
call me that
Accelerating
Yeah I got drive with some heart to match
Feel like Bishop rocking the gummy fade
With the part to match
With the snubby in
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
Right wrist locked up
Wrote too many checks
In New York with a stick
Could play for the Mets
MGM bankrupt
The way i make a bet
Courtside
Chef Curry swish
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