Lyrics:
on a playground blacktop
I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by
We could be a story in the morning, but we'll be a legend tonight
I'm just a moment, so
[Verse 1: Liana]
Baby take my hand
We gonna run into the playground
I know it’s hard to understand
Put all your troubles away now
Why can’t I feel
Cause I'm not your
I won't be your
Cause I'm not your
I won't be your
Playground
to the playground, downtown where I strut my sound
Big brother's gonna watch me.....
I build a wall to protect myself from any possible breakdown
So don't call me
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
Jobbs
It cost him his health but it won't kill me
I'll be Young Forever because I
Got that BluePrint 3
Made by Hova, Marcy Projects
NYC birthplace of how
But i could set the hill alight with a flint and a sock
Good I'm not wearing my Birkenstocks or we'd be
Take a trip to my playground
We can get lost for
prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
gang a star DJ Preem
Screaming through the sun roof, "Money Still Ain't a Thing"
While I'm spending small bank, asking "Where is my change?"
Carpool
Yes, yes brooklyn, stand up!
Ugh! Young's in the building!
You know I gotta make 'em wait for it
I can't just marcy, what up!
Allow me
pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm
pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Drumpf ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's
is where I was lookin'
For my boys from roosevelt, albany and marcy
Plus I got a posse over in canarsie
I'm talkin' about ill brothers that don't
Then that goodness is from The Creator
You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that
'Cause I'm not the architect of that
I'm only the,
Marcy
Tattooin' "Jay Z" on her breast
She love the way them gold D's
Spin on that six trey
Got a thing for Dre and love NWA
That's gangsta like a Snoop
the way I always stay down
Y'all trying to be the heroes
I'm the villain on the playground
Don't let them in too easily
That's the quickest way to go down
I’m still with my day ones from the playground
Told my dogs I got em if you stay down
Pouring out the brown for those who ain’t round
Nilo this
this shit like a Playground know you love it
I can tell by your face now
I wanna rock with you
I'm finna vibe with you
Baby I'm not gone lie
To you
and puff
Don't despair when it gets rough
Sometimes almost is enough
Cause you can't win every battle
Take a look around
This is your playground
Grab a new
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