Feat. Fev, $lim Dollar$, Rugz D. Bewler, Dub, Dave East
I'm still alone in my four corner room, staring at candles Listening to gangsta music, hah Live from the Mecca where they first heard Betha ? was my father, a mother was my job Talk about baby bitches who love me and who who ? The lick kept in charge, get a lick then we off Chop it down to pieces till the hands get soft Gospel checkin' the waffles, Jesus chickens we floss Please bring me a law for little further a cause Too many murders I solve, but tell a nigga who ? Pick the ave, I probly din' did the math Pick the state, I probly din' have a plate But neva should they state the rental place that they ain't The tails are all brill, I neva see what they say Neva get what they are, neva get what they be Cause when it came to truth, I only could just be me And when it came to Harlem, you only could mention me I'm sayin' it I'mma G, well I'mma
Somebody call Killa, tell him that aura's home Mama told me one day, I'll be a Rolling Stone Word to Santana, these streets get awfully cold Harlem World where I roam, kicks imported from Rome I'm like the man where I'm at, so flamboyant, Michael Genasis So bring the Chef Hamiltons back True to music, shit sound like a pan full of sacks Shop too much, they fuck around, I try to bend that for ? Lost four watches, it's a shame that you dun' layed us from the Wrong hunids where everybody is neighbors You can hit a lusta in the flow to rucka in my cadence Like I'm shame god, eight bottle bundle then one Housing through winters for the summers to come Shit is like tradition, hustle for funs This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from
Give thanks cause what you hear is the Lord's blessings Get in my path, feel the wrath, feel the Gods dressin' I'm up again to punch a man who be crossdressin' Like agression, alarm is full contraceptive Late night, I be roamin' the street Like owl pick the vowel, I'll start with an e AT&T couldn't even fuck with my reach When I connect, it's like a train wreck right inna yo teeth Have beef, bow chickens screamin' out on the reef Close to Haiti my location, too far from yo tweet Spend money, get it clear, bout the best on these beats I'm night glover and it never been a threat on these streets Flew pounds from outta town, may ends meet Got in low and now you know it's for that grade A leaf Like 5 star, I'm tryna count hundids and sheets While you in turtles and good-byes, doin' business with sheep
I'm the hustler of hustlers, shit with dealers that dealt it Played the ruckner the Brockner Raised in sour, they smelt it Outta my mind but that knife fine right by the pelvis And all white kingdom, almost remind you of Elvis John Lenon and Lenin, the women remisciners On the regular heckala crash by the crotch Blocks, locks, feel like Avon You wired, my nigga? Lemme take pictures, got yo cape on Fill the limb sweater, my feather has kept that stash near Like fuck loosin' weight, Dave back on these highways We movin' cake, my life's based upon what designer built the car More from Maffew Ragazino