Lyrics:
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
by the water
Finding shade cause you forgot your sunglasses
Our boat broke down near the marker
Started drifting away from the harbor
I need you to be
sloppy and no tales this is true talk a lot animals live where i'm from i call it zoo york if we had chance still wouldn't be love for new york but dog
These are new days with old stories
So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns
Because the emotions have become mere background noise
The day goes by how ever the pay goes
Same rules apply new york to vala hoe
Section 8 kid's smellin' like
Weed and roach pape'
Dude throat right in
that water wash over my face it
Still remind me of that hungry boy
I’m that hungry boy
I’ll send you some money boy
All you wanted boy
New game
Hundred
New York City
The shit's making Non Phixion not a conspiracy theory
I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli
And get on the horn and call my man
squeal (ayy)
Quarter mill' just for these rocks on my ears (ayy)
Girl, let me squeeze it to see if it's real (woo)
Freaky lil' New York bitch, call her
I'll lay down my glasses
I'll lay down in houses
If things come alive
I'll subtract pain by ounces
Yeah, I will start painting houses
If things
tell her slow it down
I ain't really worried about
When my time gon' come
'Cause I know it's now
I been really grinding
Baby, come find me
Gotta
mmm mmm mmmm mmm mm)
Hunnids on hunnids stack em up I just got to New York
Feeling great, it's good to be back now just give me a Porsche
Either win
fucked your dime
Still in my prime
Young d, I'm freshest nigga on the line
Better man up, it's about to go down
Leave you with jaw-dropped, face
the sky fill in
Stars are fixed above, while down below we spin
We'll walk by the old hunter's shack
Sign on the front warns that it's booby trapped
we get it down in Dade
Aye
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin',
out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
Take control of my life
And wash out all the burnt taste
I made the problems in the first place
Hang my
Now we driving down Sunset California
It's gonna be live in the NYC
It's another good summer
I'm about to make some wild memories
I want you
I want you
ugh
We flow for about five years ago
When we lost a down
But I had fifth of the game
But I knew that one day
That sooner or later it got to come
me
My lifestyle too hood, my music too
That New York bullshit yeah, I’ll be on it
Ice cold blood, some say I’m black hearted
But you sorta guarded
an old soul
Down by the lake with a fishing pole
Gotta bring that money home
On a back road in another state
Doing country shows, man it feels great
to survive.
It's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics,
I got many witnesses who can back this
Ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since
Are you working on the late shift
Followed by a day shift
Still afraid to be replaced
Are you feeling like a number
No one ever wondered
If it
the rents went up
It's gotten mad expensive
But we live with just enough
In the heights
I flip the lights and start my day
There are fights
Endless
can do is pray
And hope an angel happens by
They said you'll never be nothing
You're just a dead end kid
Probably end up in prison
Or maybe down
I remember beatin down the block
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo
Everybody rap, though they hood was compton
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