Lyrics:
desolation
Harboring both the pride and the shame of the nation
Living in the old
City young
City bold
City gold
City grime
City rich
City poor
City roar
City
Young Nations (Yeah yeah)
I run this city I own this bitch
I don’t need a Rolex niggaz know that I’m rich
Black credit card I got a black X6
Sealed
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
to the blind, I'm
Comin thru with the click
Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick
gonna start your runnin and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well
I'm a fast talkin' conman blowin' your mind
Breakin' you and your cousin at the same time
With a dirty rap comin' out my mouth
And you know damn well
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
haters wish I wasn't
All about my chavo my guap keep keep it comin'
Who you foolin' boy I does it your girl said she loves it
Pocket full of guap
will be dropped, right here, right now
Paw, Niggas all the way tugged down
Town
Ride around town showin' out
Pounds
City after city fuckin' hoes
Yours
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
rich
Flossing through your hood
Looking like a brick
Brand new keys
I just skrrt off the lot with it
Picture me rolling through your city in it
Scoping
the scholarships
Mail comin' to the house, nigga please, watch your mouth
I'm the one without a doubt, yeah
And I rock Kentucky blue on these hoes
Drafted, I'm
I swear to God, that shit dead
Let's show these niggas how we do it
We got big hawks and Eagles that's gon' knock you out your shoes
You better be
"Believing that he's an animal
He thinks he has the right to kill"
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Trap money comin' through the front,
you please, text the cheap phone
Big big plays, comin' out the cheap phone
(We got big big plays, we got big big plays, yeah)
Ayy, all my plays
you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter,
Who's size five and sexy.
Quick, they catch your body and another one next week.
Huh it doesn't matter
Yeah
Lookin' out the window of a heli-chopta over city lights
Makin' it rain, makin' it snow
Sunshine
[Chorus]
Been about cash
Been a,
mines off
Decapitated, so where's he headed?
I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily
Put your tire on flat, and kill by a gat like Enis Cosby
Ain't no
haters wish I wasn't
All about my job, and my guap keep it comin
Who you foolin boy? I does it
Your girl said she loves it
Pocket full of guap
And that
Fuck It Up
Bust it up
Suck it up
Fuck It Up
Sum it up
Comin' up
Fuck It Up
(Yeah)
Bust it up
Suck it up
Fuck It Up
Sum it up
Comin' up
Fuck it
(Yo,
Uhh, hmm
Comin' for your shawty got our eyes on the prize
With the guys
Uhh, hmm
Comin' for the money got our eyes on the prize
Get rich, eyes closed
and it's glistenin' (Uh)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Rrr)
Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (nothin')
I'll put a check on a bitch nigga
you, make a nigga want to muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed
don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big
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