Lyrics:
humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist,
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie
threat
I see your sweat roll down your cheek
And your soft and sweet, your talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost
I heard they claimin they up next
But they ain't passing me
I heard he comin through the city
Can't do that for free
You barking up the wrong tree
get degree
let me explain and take you motherfuckers back to the streets
new york the city that showed me how to be me
i’m getting drunk then going
it ain't no trace
Don't come out the house, you can't make it back safe
Walk in with a knot; you know I'm cashing out
Used to tell them folks "Put
and end your shift (talk to 'em)
Hiders called me from the Feds and said
"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift"
Ohh-whoa, ohh (Machine,
Got the gas in the tank fuel by my faith it's rare that I'm on E
I learned having the wrong people around can take you right off your peak
Especially
homeboy, you see grace
Still unashamed, just in a new space
I'm just a little more humble now
In those Cali streets acting foolish
Tried to run with
you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like
Cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these
U niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages
DONT SPEAK IF IT AIN'T ABOUT THE MONEY
CONVERSATION WITH SUBSTANCE
IF ALL YOU TALK ABOUT IS
HALF ASS REALITY SHOW
NEW JORDAN RELEASE
LORD I CAN'T
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
to New York
Yeah, you know I settle scores
I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the Escalade
Riding down esplanade
Wock up in my
Ever since me and Haris got cool
We do everything together like we Bodie & Poot
Here at Keep Hope Records we do songs by the two's
We present to you
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
is serious son, you niggas frontin' (What you want?)
Don't make me have to body some(thing)
Hey yo
New York, New York, The Empire State
I live
like they been done it
You just spark enough faggot ass I've been blunted
I gotta team in every borough New York nigga
Watch how you talk, watch where
wasn't luck
Sometimes I ain't love myself and think that I am not enough
But when I can't love myself I know you still gon show me love
And you've never
about that, stop lying, nigga!
I'm a dick to the gangsters here.
Ain't no rehab, they can't help me,
I'm so crazy and so wealthy,
Do you smell me,
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
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