Manhattan (feat. TommyBoi, Elijah Rosen & Austin Nywening)

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2001
Fuji on the beat
Yo what it do man
My homies be keeping it glassy like that window pane
Staying in that endo haze
Skating while you player hate
You sidelining hoe
I got the supply if you need fly lyrics
Just hit up your guy
And I'll be obliged to slide through and you know
This shit ain't nothing new
We coming through
They trying to say that it wasn't but it's coming true
Your bitch coming too
I like to drink my share of whiskey
And to share with the person next to me
Some people try to diss me
But that's just the way that I'm flexin' G
Step to me homie
Better bring yourself some extra teeth
Cause I'm extra mean and right now
You be looking a bit like my next defeat
But you don't want it, and I'd rather be back at home smoking chronic
This shit a masterpiece and I practically got you looking like a gromit
I got bars like it's bourbon street
Barely even heard the beat
And I knew that it's murder heat
Thermostat be poppin' like I'm droppin' Bobby Shmurda beats
Whenever me and Fuji cooking never fail to burn the beef
Can a sailor learn to cheat?
I been on this shit since 92, shiny jewels
Draped up like Osama since I came up out my Mama
The doctors were astonished and they quite quickly acknowledged
That my style seemed rather polished
You a slimy ghoul, a whiny fool
Your life should be abolished
I got weed and I got knowledge
Plus a rhyme or two I'm honest
Til I lie to you like college tests
I'm not impressed by scholars
Just some fine ass breasts and dollars
On a timeless quest no time for rest until my death departed
My skateboard is my stallion
Shred through shit for miles
We coasted through the west but we stranded on the isles
Dope shit we got piles, we been smoking shit for hours
Heart of a race horse
Shawty's meaner than a race war
I got brothers, different mothers
Different colors, but for her I use no rubbers
She's a lover, buy her runners
Last few summers spit more fire than my lighter
Amplifier, think you hot
But the load is in the dryer
And the clothes is in the dryer
Your brain is in the fryer
You a f*ck boy who fucks boys, get
Played harder than a child's toy
Need a sex change so
Save your cheques yo
Me and Fuji be playing chess
No need to flex
You ain't a rapper you a defect
With no reflex, no respect
You playing defense, yo
Jackson's trippin' on acid up in his room
He's blasting Tame Impala, I got four different shrooms and
Your girl in the same room
Pack of darts and a pack of dogs with no collars
Ain't no peace I still can't find it, might be blinded
She don't mind it the bitch is spineless
I nail her to the wall like Jesus cross, yo

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