Lyrics:
at that point where this ain't a dream
I'm really plannin' to make a scene
When I'm up in that booth, that's that energy
I'm about to pop off like it's
giving you my life
Give it to you I sacrifice
Because of you I conquer strife
You live in me
The Devil tryna keep me down
Just so I could turn around
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
was...
They stayed here in Harlem
Uh, Look
Swear this is rap royalty
I float by in that two-seater, it's coral leaf, Team Aura loyalty
Whole crew wrist in
One percent two percent skim milk whole
Doesn't matter to my bladder just
Put it in the bowl
Too many options it's a problem for chris
Mix trix with
I don't know about you
Hahaha
I like to live my life
On
Zoom
I'm not talking about the internet
I'm talking about like
In real life
It's the Goddess
grandmother
Kid, which cemetery?
Valhalla
New York?
Man they're tryna break my balls
Now, the house you have in China
How tall are the walls?
Like 20 feet
blazin' the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm
Yo what up son?
Yea happy new years man,you too
Yea but its crazy cold out here right about now man
Yea I'm jus chillin' in the coupe, k'nawm
at the door
Can't get my foot in
This a new trend
But watch me transcend
Keeping it a hundred
In a scale 1 to 10
You my best friend
We share the same soul
Been
reason to live
Find a new reason
To fit in
I don't wanna die
At least I don't think I don't want to die
Make it through the night
The sun will being
California
New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head
I dove beneath the bed
Fighting, biting nails, turning pale
The landlord's at my
could die with your hand on your knocker look
Check nuts before you think about trying me
New York times lil' nigga it's a homi
Aimed for the head but it
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
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
so much more than words. It requires the most elusive of all things in a democracy - unity. Unity. In another January on New Year's Day in 1863 Abraham
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
live
Where ya spirit come to jive
Dying dreams revived
In the night let it ride
When the time arrives
In the centre of the vibe
Baby don't blink
Let
Because I want to, live, forever
They killed a man today, in New York City
Just like they shot John Winston, oh what a pity
Tell me why, they gun down our
taste
Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York
I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk
You got the booming system and I don't mean
endings
Straight up New York authenticity
Might skip your ad for endorsements
More of the raw refined tranquility in your office cell block
On my block, we
to stay strong
In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
Made of 100 percent pain
The label said the only way to wash it was to stand on the rain
under my brain, why change
When there's none in my lane, I reign while
Drops fly down just to wash my crown
Deluged when the god cries out, they choose
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