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take this shit to new heights then we gonna live it up on Mars
Saturday night from the clubs and the pubs and bars all the way to the garage whole city

Living a toxic life, can't quite tell wrong from right

The cities looking good by pass the hood 
The rich get richer poor wish they could
The dreamers

Jam as if your toe nails were crammed all together
(Let’s go)
It’s Philmore
I came a long way from being a snot nose
Now every Jordan 1 drop, Philly

grand piano, baby grand pianos do not fit in New York city apartments. My dad was excited. My mom was pissed. To this day she's still pissed because they

mijo
You a niño, bitch I'm a grown man
Doeman turned to Conan
Big balls fear no man
Get love from da H out to New York and Oakland
I'm live from

out 
I mean we use to dream about this lifestyle 
Came a long way from public housing 
Cut the lights out 
Uh
Cut the lights on
Get Turnt get hype dis

I board
New bag, new state, you got Jansport
You walk, I run, we are not the same
You cry, I fly, this ain't no game
You getting fake high from back

the biggest rapper
Fuck the money, saving lives is what I'm coming after
If I fail now, it'll be the biggest disaster
More than broken hearts to open up a new

bud tucked under my nuts
On the way to hillside, school bus, live as fuck
In the back of the hump, fire trying to roll that blunt
And its just pulling

tell
9 lives, the way I ride through the my ls
Name ringing bells, like I'm in the N.F.L
It was me Gaby, Charlie and Michael
Yottah Goose, Shottah Spree

Way to Florida with my ho in Pensacola
Ain't too far from Georgia
I like to fuck her on the
Beach right by the water in Tampa Bay
Ain't no brave in them

living say
We cannot talk less the biness right
Huh uh uh uh yea yeah
And this shit is my New Home
Uh uh yea yea yeah
And I cannot do no wrong
Uh uh uh yea

your love
Baby you're the one
Know my home is us
It must be

They don't understand me so I'll put it simply
I come from the coldest and darkest of cities

light up the haze
I think she knows my face 
Big back, she rotate like oh my days
Chit chat nah no way she knows my ways
I'ma link her at seven be home by

New York City for 22 years, now my wife and I are calling an Amish guy. It's on like 24 rings and my wife goes, ""Anything yet? Anything yet?"" Which,

to my block we'll have you running faster than Rich was from Uzi
I'm from the city where youngins toting fye but don't  know how to use it
I'm the real

it's happening now
Only inspired by my friends from way back
Said she wanna pop it in the car on the way back
Girl if you ain't really with it you

Aye man shout out to New York and the UK
You know y'all been doing y'all thang
But y'all know where this drill sound came from
Look
Tell me who

wit my niggas we all fresh

Look,
It go down in my town ain’t no cappin bout it 
 Life a movie 
We just actin out in
I’m from the era you ain’t live it

the things I got to live by
I celebrate success by getting right back to work 
And know what happens next like I read through the sequel first
Ahh this is

come home that often
Tell her I was busy, New York City, Apple awesome
Strawberry Abita, take a drink for those who lost me
I'm just stayin' in my

back on the bedside

That's my trap phone , I bought it at Best Buy
Straight to New York, I just landed in Bed-Stuy
We gon' come at your neck like

shit? You know, I'm far from it
By chance if you start to go plotting
My man's whip might bypass pigs
Might find out why you hit the car bonnet

Back

me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down! 


By now 
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with