Lyrics:
envious of anyone with full-grown facial hair
Yeah, I'm always in between haircuts
But FDR said it ain't shit to be scared of
Huh, he must have never
000 of him in quarters
Add 200, 000 FDR dimes to the order
50, 000 nickels plus five times as many
Right-facing copper-headed Honest Abe pennies
shit
They wish they could live like this
They all stuck off the realness
They pray they could be this good good good
On the FDR city lights paying any
'em
To meet two chicks, so we can get wild wit' him
We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five
Smokin' trees, on the way, Saturday Night Live
Said they
I'm in y'all bitch niggas face like make-up
Straight up - we can spar 'til we see Allah
Or take it to the FDR 'til one of us wrecks they car
A matter
not steal but I - STOLE!
Ran up in Sac's with two gats that I - STOLE!
Snatch Kangols, bankrolls, gold - STOLE!
Crashed a car on the FDR that I -
the Reconstruction
There was nothing I could care about but
How you could have run away from me
Driving 90 on the BQE
And From BQE to FDR
And back to brooklyn again
go
Gotta get there while I still can
Troubled days are behind me now
And I know they're gonna let me in
When you see me walkin' up the FDR drive
and the bike and I'm off
The sun comes up as I enter uptown on the FDR drive
Roosevelt Island on the right hand side
Roses in the satin jacket pocket of my suit
And the days keep groaning on
Nothing's as new as it used to be
But last night, the cars on FDR
Lulled me to sleep like a symphony
Sometimes I get so tired
sad
Stopped your undefeated streak now you Brady's big mad
Told you way back that I'm a lethal weapon
Call me FDR bringing rap out it's depression
Grab
know when you see that, see that, feel that
Unstoppable, so unstoppable
On the FDR, sunroof retractable
Redbone in the cockpit looking so natural
a tree
Calloused hands from
Bible study
Blue chalk all up
and down his sleeves
201st street
FDR driving
K.F.C. I’m starving...
Anns avenue
Burning my
faire tout l'bloc
Rien qu'avec la drogue ça débite tellement
Qu'ça fait même d'l'épreuve bro pour s'pécho
J'passe sur l'nez voir zé'o hermalax, FDR
want
Lost a couple to some people we knew
Who could I trust?
Damn
I'm FDR speeding
Pothole ditching in this SVR watch for cops though
Daniel leather for
fazer loucuras
e pra você eu trouxe sk*nk pura
é pra mim ela funciona como dr*g* pra me entorpecer
ela gosta de f*d*r algemada
e eu comprei algema pra
through the snow
To mail her love notes to FDR
The Cabinet, the press corps, the White House team
None of them told what most of them knew
They kept his
ain't no demo
My cousin the pope, Darius
DJ LTD, Showbiz, MVP
Exhibit FDR K-Def don't play y'all
I'm out
every side, flying down the FDR
Breaking dutches in the car
G is for the ghetto girl in Rainbow clothes
Baby hairs and well done toes
Single mothers
on the gas
Cruising up Madison
Checking out some ass
Can’t cruise down the FDR
That’s what my minders warn
Got to use Twitter
‘Cause I can’t honk the hell out
but honey, I ain't dead!
Let's be bad!
We're courtin' disorder
By crossin' the border
Girls, just don't drink the water!
F.D.R. could take
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