Lyrics:
yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,
since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
Get's rich but dies rhyming, this is high science
Now add twenty three more for Queens
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
Flashing eyes and jet black hair
She's the queen of the eastern shore
Well the years they passed by one by one
With races lost and races won
She was so
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin' out there on the Queens half
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public
'Cause it's that same ol' same ol'
It's kinda mad 'cause we're same though
Same love
I know
I'm number one, that's how I rate
He's in the place with the bass, and style and grace
His name is J he's here to play, and win this race
He's off
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
That's my homegirl
Caught in the rat race, when things slow down
We catch brunch at Fellini's in Atlanta - our hometown
Ponce de Leon local. Barely
contagious
His voice is contagious
This song is contagious
When he's thinking it contagious
When he's writing it contagious
When he's rapping it contagious
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
the plain
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
Tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
talk 'bout your day
I be amazed with your heart your grace how you relate
Ain't no way that God made this greatness in another race
Ahh black queen you
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
for you
Now how you gone make it, it's gone be by God's grace
Might of started slow but you gone finish this race
For every late night and every
thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watchin' on the big screen
3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
When 16 ain't enough, you know how sometimes you
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
Queens is in the buildin'
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin' like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled
Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin' out there on the Queens half
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