Lyrics:
raising the roof up
I like writing and I like making beats
Combine the two and then my cypher is complete
You want it free? naw, nothing’s free, fuck
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
you
Y'all better duck duck, like I'm gonna tag the goose, Ah shit
Oh he want smoke with the kid
We'll drag the whip, we'll grab the stick, and add
We on it we on fire no cap
Top of the world that's a fact
We be on the fast track
What you want I don't have
Ain't nobody know it but I gotta be
to last the longest
I lose track of time with these blinds closed up
And for you I stay waitin
I know my lesson's in place
I know I'll lose it one day
But
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go
head
But don't forget bout what your pops said
Never stop until you got bread, lil Juan
It's the new kid on the block, I know they like the sight of me
make monster beats
I do a show and left your
Block looking like Contra streets
Oh, turn the volume up
You still talking that Mass & volume stuff
It
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
like
When I came in, they always give new
Kids the examples like, "Now if
You want to leave here, you
Act like him you don't want to
Be like him" After
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
got
Cuz this is new son
I'm not the type to be what u want
Roll up
Cuz we got something drop
I'm talking goon squad but not the kind to be on your block
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
what you lost your mind
I just hope you understand that I've been lost mine
I don got a new watch Ion got no time
I've been up to trying to Get it I've
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
that, uh
Kid in the business winnin', and they mad
I'm on a new level, call me A$AP
Snakes always gonna reach for the dap
They want you to put their name
call on me
You know I keep it real you can call on me
Baby if you wanna smile you can call on me
Want new diamonds and new pearls you can call on me
Take
Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track
footage, close-ups in digicam
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[chorus]
You ain't think up
You don't know what I'm on
Do this shit for my kids, and I ain't even got none
Huh Huh, can't play that hook
Man that bitch she cooked
I done came
dumbing out
A New York state of mind equipped with a southern mouth
Chris Tucker said it best, "Is this what y'all want?"
You ain't left the bandwagon yet,
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