Lyrics:
underground streets of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so
of plastic, made out of pigs.
Why bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty?
I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
Independent did it by myself ooh
Get like ooh in my Jimmy Choos
Get like ooh in my Jimmy Choos
Get like ooh in my Jimmy Choos
Get like ooh in my Jimmy Choos
that food out up yo mouth like Old Yeller
Satisfaction's overrated, I don't agree with failure
So I just kept making heat up in the basement like
will twist ya
Cap back backwards and roll a few Backwoods
I said ohh motherfuckers don’t know the name
Mr. Chainsmoka and you’re here to change the game
Is time to crown this n***a as the goat
When the game so watered down
And I still stayed afloat
I got every crown
And that’s no Crayola that I tote
And if you insist APD will be pullin you up by ya hand out a ditch like,
An old rag doll on a kid’s ride,
Don’t give a fuck if I’m disliked,
As long as I
a pastry
Cuddly and tasty
Don’t believe me lady then come in here and taste me
I’m waist deep kinda like Game and Tyrese
Got a media from the hood that’s
Quite a bit below, Quite a bit above
No in between, Just extremes like love
Never been good to look at what was
Knowing I should mistook by lack
goofball gimmicks
This for my patnas kickin back and got they coupe all tinted
Or prolly steer that old school like its a newborn in it
Forever G in nike
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
seen my skills are up
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned
friends always tell me I'm lucky to stay
dipped with the flyest chick from the B.K.
But all the games you play make a nigga want to spray
So every
Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense
a donny in his fourties
Know I keep a bad bitch
By nature I be naughty hP saucy
Potter buy a pudding like Georgie Porgie
Talking all that talk darg
Don't
something that’s deeper
Than just sex but I don’t want her to be the
Third letter in the word next
Old soul in the sea of love
I’m just not current, none
it wasn't about the money
It was all about the hunger now I'm
Writing while this rap game slumbers
Knowing if I didn't then my
Pain would take me under
and they ain't smilin'
Bad habit's come from old
Niggas that act childish
Wildin'? Bitch I am beyond that
My bomb sack is bomb based, so fall back
I'm all
on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing
and peas
Sharp like a needle injecting coke
But nothing like a fiend
Niggas don't like my team
This ain't a game like B-Ball
It's hell on road, life is mean
this was a movie
Half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day
I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't
Sold good in
wrist game
AK to a big Drac
I keep people that I love around me cause I live crazy
Ain't talked to my old bae cause I got me a new bae
I'm like Nique in
float along
We don't envy them
I was raised by go getters
Pops lived in his whip
Then got it out the trunk
Bitch I know no limits
We don't do no gimmicks
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