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Way Too Fly

Davido

Summer 2018

2018

an angel in the snow, yeah oh
All my niggas on go, act crazy on the road, mm-yeah
My Patek used to be gold, now it's fifty-four a show, mm-yeah

I'm way

tactix rapshit 
Eminem got my back on dis

S.Po:
(New York Favorate Rappa) 
I a make u famous 
A gun clap aroun of applause u rappaz
Dissolvin' quicka den

and you can't tell her shit
It's crazy I know the work that she put in
Another one went to Kent for fashion
He moved to New York to go make it happen
I

what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my

they played me now I’m on the radio station
Half of the city was hating but I still rep 608’ing
New York City I flew to the towns Korean boy in

it says walrus on my dog tag
Red gauze on my paw pads
I’m like Rembrandt when I moonwalk
Red, white, and blue sweatbands
The most deadpan in New York

Twenty to nine
They got tangle up
In New York
Snarled up
And they got divorced

Love is Hard to Get
Love is Hard to Get
Love is Hard to Get
Love

Stephen
And I deliver word to imessage
5'5 but in my mind, I'm a giant, a prime legend
Head in the clouds. I can eye heaven
And I was clouded by doubt but

get silly with it 
New York Shawty, came straight out the Bronx and she get drilly wit it 
North Carolina, baby blue, I ball like MJ  
You in North

a brick, I meant to say book
Promise I will not slip again
Continental, no Michelin, well it's only there when I'm in the Benz
I'm bein' hated by many

a nigga touch a few milly
Im talking every week flying to a new city
Til the safe full of hundreds and them new fifties
They wanna leave a nigga stiff like

controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and

One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see

Ben Frank
I'm in New York popping bottles
Me and Tim Gates
Say I'm that lil' nigga that
Put them flavors out
Don't know what y'all on
But I'm on that

Runnin'

Game

Against Everything

2008

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

Half the population there ahead of us
Dallas to New York, Brooklyn to Queens
In the same amount of time
You're either going 1000 miles an hour
Or you're

thing but fuck a bitch
Trying to get it by all means
I'm on my shit
Get a whiff of New York scene
If I meet the right mexican
Get it for fourteen and he

the jimmie
Coward nigga stick by what you say
Be a man ya feel me
I done had too many nights
Feeling numb by the pain
Walked in on my uncle nodding off
Pills

Gold Whistle Kid © Sandy Rapp 1997 
Ben was in New York, legal clerk to Ramsey Clark,
When a cop blew the whistle on the whitewash of the killings
In

depression
And a case of no snow blues
I know they got snow
Out in the west
Three foot base in Colorado
While New England's such a mess
They got three feet

Super Fluke

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

violence like a fifty foot Bob Barker deployed 
To incinerate New York, which in a way's more scary than thermonuclear war.
I got my tongue down Karma's

Famous for art and you dudes need a scandal
They sellin' trauma as drama to scam you
Who the real plug? Playin' strings
And they amped you

From New York

rotation
Hamster wheel with the moves 
Plays be coming in twos
You can tell by my shoes 
I ain’t missing no meals 
And I done paid all my dues 
I just do

In the heart of little old New York
You'll find a thoroughfare
It's the part of little old New York
That runs into Times Square
A crazy quilt

to health
The highway to wealth 
The highway to strength 
The highway to money
The highway to power
Respect by the hour
In New York City 
It get really Gritty