Lyrics:
call if it ain't business
Cause I'm too busy living
I'm living, I'm living
I'm just living
I'm living
See this money my addiction
Got drugs in my
Ponle
I jump in my 1963 Chevrolet
Watch it lay, orale
On the floor, en el suelo
Lifts me off the ground just like a leño, que no
Simon, packs much
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
it (helpless)
I look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless)
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
In New York, you can be a new
the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough
Always a beginner, guess the sky's not a limit
Just a starting point that Ima pass in bout a, New York minute
Teddi took some mild drugs and felt
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
Suck on me like a New York glizzy
Pull out and then I nutted on her titties
She told me nut up in her, then I told her, "Bitch, please"
Told her,
invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…
What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
the knowledge
Won't forget where I come from
Outta New York but we ain't from High Bridge
Diving deeper in the ocean
Tryna get this shit in motion
I got my back
you, New York fitted and gold cross
To the Rover, holster, over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spitting in a while
Your plane ain't the same, it's
it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Verse Banks]
Rap gone
on my mind
My little guy
Four months your life
Was by my side
Still down to ride
You know I'll slide
For you you're mine
I was living wrong was never in
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
from?
[Fading in]
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed life
We going back in the years
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
to society yes
Punch a nigga in his face everytime he flex
East New York legend boys reign supreme
If they said he didn't gimme, wouldn't know what it means
cop on some pen shit
Straight detention, a nigga doin' tension
Once released, he on that music business
From viewin' 106 in them cafeterias
Only
moved to new york
In a dream they seemed caught
Where all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue apartment
In a 1920's
of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See expectation should be raising but it's so buried in pride
And that's
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