Lyrics:
a whole in me and I just
Wanted me a goddess
Someone with soul and peace and guidance
But oh she been dishonest
Like when she told me a novice
That girl
pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told never smoke rock
Told me how he hate cops
He watching over be the bad ass drop
earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York
Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK
In
Don't be such a little snob
Quit your whining and ***** right off
But before you go
Could you lend me forty bucks or so
I need to sew a hole in this dress
a little snob
Quit your whining and fuck right off
But before you go
Could you lend me forty bucks or so
I need to sew a hole in this dress
I'm so fuckin
the lives we have all lived
I think about the minds before me
And the mysterious looks
Falling from people’s eyes
Dreams of reality I call now.
New York City
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
town
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!
Man, these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took
Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene
I got my man see with me from Fort Greene
Al Capone, D Creative G, and peep my man named be
Ready
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
the seat so how the fuck we feelin low
Guess I wouldn’t know, all the time in my mind but I’m trapped in the soul... does this life get old, when the money
Brothers try to gas it but yo I'm not having it
Chump try to play me by they trees a company
Was a money grip, what's your problem, why your bumpin' me
that was it shoot vids for the talent
London city dropped the whole city rocked now they sing words back like a parrot
On the outside now I'm looking in
me ready to ball
Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets
These niggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga (If you touch me nigga)
These niggas only act hard
moving like Lecter (woah)
Niggas were pressing me
I would spit anything
I gave em more than I ever knew that I had in my medulla
My mind was a super
about I can sell something to the whole city
Yeah and that's how you get rich
How about I can call Superman and bring him to New York because I ask him
Trying to hit me for the mojo
Nigga catch me slippin' that's a no go
Even when the 20 in whole 4
They talking like it's money on my head
Just your luck
spot where we flew to cop
A new film every Friday
Now I spend those days selling IPAs
I don't hate my job, I wouldn't hop to another if I came upon
Big Pooh, uh
My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York
I ain't tryin' to take a "L" 'cause I casually fought
of you
Take you down town and hit the club with you
I ain't felt it in a minute, want me say that I'm in love with you
And we riding real slow, let me show
that
Haven't you heard about it?
1 - Got every ghetto in the country wantin' it
Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it
(Can't live
My man I'mma put it to you like this
If you don't have my shit by 12 am
I'm killing you and your bitch
They think they fuck with me
They got another
the delivery
Knowing I'm coming through looking slick in a Random City tee
Cuz see
We where never supposed to make it this far
But we did it some how
Look at me
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