Lyrics:
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
Strip search, shake cells
See for shanks stashing
Swallowed by a system of six day sores
Who hypnotize society?
Even though suffer slow, I
Still saddled
ride, trains I ride four five
I got two sixty five ten short of seven five
And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side
So I’m waiting by
shattered
Cheer her up yeah now she flattered
Spin on it like she ain't had it
This girl must be from Manhattan
Living the high life
We doing what we want bc
Written by: blue/smith
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It's hot and dusty
Getting old and rusty
And I'm not talking about my car
Torn and tattered
Bruised
just a Brontosaurus with a sixth sense
Walking around not even knowing
That he don't exist
The cardio by linguistics this shit be
The hardest act
I ain't tryna flex on these bitches,
I'm jus tryna express my opinions
Right now I'm in a chevy suburban one day Ima pull up an finesse in a Bentley
I don't coexist, I don't exist
Even J.C. miss him with the loaves and fish
You feel dementia getting closer like the devil getting over
Now his
this the remix
We back on our bullshit
Been about 2 years, thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me, call me trash like algae
Gotta
this the remix
We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
by any means
I got a pocketfull of dreams
Baby i’m from new york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in
escuela
Now, you're prob'ly thinkin:
"I'm up shit's creek!
I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!"
Well, you must take the A Train
Even farther
happen, just stay ina ya place,
Man a Manhattan dem a tun up fi mi bass,
Brace yourselves now, aye,
Wake up, time fi stop snooze, brace yourself, tie up ya
nights. I never slept in Manhattan before. 21 years, 16 by the shore. It may have taken a while to get used to the silence, the absence of sound through
me bro you don't want smoke
Now imma cop me a mansion
Meet up with her in Manhattan
Music was blasting
Pullin up on me what's happening
Shooters be
get off at that stop
And all your friends are waiting for you
With their open arms
Now you ride subways alone again
And it's hurting me
We have a good
A sea of symptoms in the hinges, hit the room all at once
All I can do is plug the roof with my gum
For now I gotta
Call Alex back, coyotes in
a minute before I overreact I need a minute before I even react at all, yeah these things that follow me home not sittin' by the fire I bury ‘em in the cold
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss
Caught me on the one on one, always
self-deception (Fucking self-deception)
You don't even have what Rocky had by using OG Beeper
Fuck justifications (Fuck, fuck)
I'm into hip-hop, I grew up
right
It's not right, it's not right
It's not right, now, it's wrong
But then he forgets to put it in a song
There's a madman from Manhattan
There
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