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Yeah
New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by fourteen to be an optimist
'Round late registration

don't like you
I'm ugly as fuck I look
Like Lil Bill or Caillou
If you ain't got money I
Can't even be by you
I'm riding the foreign
I'm sliding through

just doing what it takes
And I'll take it to the grave
I'm that crazy lil' shorty from the West Side
Always down to ride
Now you say I'm looking good
You

Like Pablo said
I aint rich
I'm just a poor nigga with money

You told me don't stand by that corner 
I still did it anyway 
I needed cake 
Cracking

Like Pablo said 
I aint rich
I'm just a poor nigga with money

You told me don't stand by that corner 
I still did it anyway 
I needed cake 
Cracking

they showing love they wanna ride wave
Humbled myself but let me find a bank
Had to take a lil' break, I needed time and space
My son gotta eat, don't

shit it is what it is
Not 'posed to leave, say we forever, yeah that's a deal
Stay by my side and you gon' ride, I take the wheel
No Bonnie but I'll

will you catch me in the way
By my lonely where a nigga stay
Cause it's how a nigga really made
No expression ever on my face
She gonna ride me like

my body
She took my hands right
By her pants and told
Me touch her private
She want to ride me
With no hands
I call that autopilot
And all your friends

this BIN
Counting up my blessings while I'm
Running up my sins lil' bitch on dick
I'm gon' put it in her ribs
Jumped in the water, now I drown in

me shout from afar
Runnin' them bands, I should take track
When I pass by your bitch, she gon take back
I'ma roll up two grams and I face that
And I

And letting the good times roll
And everybody's happy, and everybody loves it
When i see you laugh it makes me happy
Then when I'm mad i feel
Like i am Charles

Grab this bitch, and throw her in the trunk
Hit em' up, then roll em' in a blunt
If he bend through the back
I'm going through the front
We gon' show

observating
How to fing get it
And when i get it, guess what
Imma fing spend it rolls Royce Ghost i'm in
You'll fing see me in it
Got a fetish for the finer

Touch that project screen door, leave the porch, hope I can't die today
Pistols in the car, take 'em on a chase, thank God, we got away
Lil' bro

it's cool with me, you see
You climbing on top of me and you gon' ride it
You get me excited
You roll up my blunt and you know you gon' light it
Now we

Shake your ass, what's up, huh
Shake your ass, what's up, huh Shake your ass, what's up, huh
Come here, lil' bitch, let's ride We in a function, we lit

the slums
Now we hopping out the Rolls truck
Knew I’d had me some money when I growed up
The rap shit working, the trap shit slowed up
Me, I never slowed up

of shitty homeboy, this is weak
I gotta get a twenty to get me through the day
Because you all know I love it when I feel this way
Without my ride ese how am

Here Fly Come

Playa Fly

Fly2K

On my M 2 3
Act like you Do Not Know
About the Way We Roll
All those who oppose
Ms Minnie's Child of Gold	
Sho nuff Fly gon buck
On every mic I clutch
No

shit coming a mile away 
straight to the point 
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting 
if u lil boys even gotta say 
stick to my ground i dont gotta