Lyrics:
of fashion
Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)
My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot,
Livin' in the world of ghetto life
Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife
That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move
No fakin'
smile for us, when you see us, drive foreigns
Nigga watch us ball
Stop or stall, nigga not at all
I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin'
that had you, crying badly, can't get me hard
Designer drugs, by the dose, I'm high as God
I'm getting close, imma cop the Rolls, cuz imma star
I made
drive alone
You think you'll be fine you disappear into the night you're gone
'Cause no one could protect you
I'm waiting by your crib for you to pull
with you niggas
If I don't link you everyday and I don't fuck with you, nigga
Goin' and I'm tryna see what's up with you, nigga
If I don't got it when
its over girl this can't be true
Tell me how you gonna live without me then
No more chilling watching films in the evening
No more picnics in the park
on hold like operators standing by
What you craft with your heart or your weapon
It's a question, what you craft with, a Glock or a message in a rhyme
I
and you late night at the park
Sitting on a blanket watching the sun go down until it turns dark
Sometimes I wish I could go back
And re-write the stories
and you
Late night at the park
Sitting on a blanket
Watching the sun go down
Until it turns dark
Sometimes I wish
I could go back
And re-write
The stories
dealing in parks
I passed the parcel
Now we dealing in cars
Walking in france
Stare at the stars
My own guys showing me love from far
Don't bell me if you
It's hot in here hot
My eyes are tinted
Can't see the mic but I'm still spitting
None of these bitches can fuck with my vision
I park in the kitchen
fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott
So don't you shed a tear
'Cause there'll be better years
I live life by faith, nigga, instead of fear
God cryin', thunderstorms is Heaven tears
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
you get to the corner don't look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from harlem with
you get to the corner don't look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from harlem with
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
Dolo by myself ain't no gang gang gang
I don't give a fuck about the fame fame fame
Pussy fucking traded it's a shame shame shame
You gave it ya all
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
Seven years up the road and two blocks south
On the run from a sudden rain with
through the park, kisses in the dark
All the promises made faithfully
Put 'em in a box, tie 'em with a ribbon
Throw 'em in the deep blue sea
And you won't
the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel
You can almost taste the hot dogs and french fries they sell, yes you can
Under the boardwalk, down by
thing, blew up before fame
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by
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