Lyrics:
the electricity out, the batteries have kicked in.
But obviously the batteries need changing.
Now where the hell do I keep the damn batteries?
More
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ball (uh)
Step on the raw with ethanol
You couldn't handle the repertoire (not at all)
Too many ligaments to chop, I need an extra saw
I cut
believe you'll be by my side?
Every night? (Oh-ah oh-ah oh-ay)
Yo, I been rapping since Allen Iverson skippin' practice
So many hooks on my records how
to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that
a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think
Thank God that my Granny still alive
I went through a lot by Twenty Five
We ain't make the 27 club no we still alive
Baby all we got is time
How can
the flame all the pockets gets fatter
Cos definitely I'm serious, I'm raw down to the call
You say you fast and furious
But even harms ain't sure
They over
by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss
Caught me on the one on one, always
pay the bills, I will
My will to survive
My head up in the clouds
I gotta reign it in
I felt anger all of a sudden
I knew the feeling was coming
It's
french-kisses the
Manhattan midnight
There's not a face without a
Tear drop that's in sight
Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin
I caught a dream by the tail
I
I need a car I never drove so I could speed away
And put some tints up on that bitch so they won’t see my face
I need some space all by myself, I
won’t get you back
Girl if you come over I promise you I might lick the cat
Fifth ave shopping we in Manhattan and we just spending racks
Spend knots
the city on my black satin sheets
Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached
Then I took you places
to manhattan's cbgbs to sing
Hanging by the bird lady after the gig
Some dude is carrying a book on trig
Ain't no quantum physics out on these streets
You do what
You're not all that fly, trying to play the role
I had girls that looked better on the ho stroll
Working night patrol, ya know what I mean?
I get cash
you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga
'm all about it baby, hmm
I'm not a rapper just a singer with a game plan
I play guitar no need to worry 'bout my Drake hand
80,000 People in front
Love being by myself
All I need is
Love being by myself
All I need is
Love being by myself
All I need is
Me, myself, and I
Myself and I
Love being
at lunch
But my tags was showin' so the baddies know
That I'm cap'n though like Crunch
The fashion show got the campus bros
Like Manhattan hoes at brunch
rehearsal thinkin bout my life
And how you know I refuse to
Be blinded by the light
And everything is all right
RattPack, Visionary all day it’s Logic
I
To catchy tunes, performed by the great michael jackson
Imagine, they can't fight the need or the urge to be dancing to my stanzas
I think they sense
Finna go cop Manhattan by Roja even though I heard it's weak
If y'all all finna starve then we gon' be the first to eat
Kill beats in the first degree
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