Lyrics:
This is L. Penny-Feather, and I am here in the heart of Times Square, New York City
And it is just bitch-assness rampant everywhere I look
Up,
count
How many times I've seen it occur
People talk down on someone who's starving
Turn around and end up eating their words
Take a piece of humble pie
tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit
wock by the way that he talk
Tell my niggaz stay in the streets and stay off the courts
Could have a hundred million dollars, I still stay in New York
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know
Uh
We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C
Met bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones"
shot, nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga
You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop
two points every time I move an O
That's that hustler talk for ya
I'm rappin' like a Google Home the way talk to ya
I gave my all to ya, you can
bitch, I'm tryna talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see, I ain't like you
bitch, I'm tryna talk
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see, I ain't like you
with a sack
O-line under pressure B
Used to live in New York
But Im now in Mt. P
Had my sights set on a girl
But she's not from SC
She a 10 that I see
the layers
Ain't nuthin' you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
humble
I'm making more than I ever did I'm a survivor
I had to duck my head, I'm avoiding the drama I'm a survivor, almost got trapped by a bitch
Gotta
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
think 'bout wifing you
Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you
Now I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I'm tryna talk
Now
my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want
sorta sorry wait maybe kinna not
If you ain't talking hip hop partner I don't wanna talk
Collecting all this element but I ain't slipping rocks
I'm tryna
of the cleanse-ship
I am a new me, and you are a groupie
Just watch how I do'sie, I do's this
You ain't really want me
You ain't really want me
You ain't really want me
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
And I'm all so glad I found you, need you everyday
Gotta have your love around me, baby always stay
'Cause I can't go back to livin' without you
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
You are now tuned in to csscheeks and Leather Seats
The hippest new talk show in Town
You gotta stay humble gotta stay strong
Can't worry bout what
York dough
Don’t try to fuck with us, fuck the ops, you can’t play with us nigga
Real talk, don’t let me call up my nigga John Doe
Yeah, he want all
Kappa)
We all know that New York is divided
I'm just glad a few of us ain't collided (So what?)
But fuck that, I'll give it to you niggas (Oh)
I got
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