Lyrics:
he saw I was going the wrong way
So now I'm not fucking with none of these niggas the city to bogus for Broadway
Man ima just work until I ball aye
I
All he needed was a hot night in June
'Cause he had the needle and he had the spoon
When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew
Into America's living
from the smack man
It hasn't faded, neither have
My feelings for you, or not completely
I still care for you deeply
But if you do flip the
Magnet and we
the hard way
The steal or starve way
Ski masks and get robbed way
Far from Broadway tragic but it's no play
And we livin' on the
Prayers our grandmother pray
with my jewels out (yeah)
One-twenty, I blew right by you
I just told a bad bitch, "Slide through" (slide)
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through
into a movie
You'll never see his name on east broadway
But if gods a god at all
Next time they’ll stand him tall
Or make him be a bird to fly away
By
and
You-know-who starring in her Broadway
Eastern western proudly presents
Mack Dillan as played by Warner Olan
"Shiny gun that go now bang
Bang go ching ching"
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!
[Chorus: Mya]
Ghetto superstar, that is what
whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
shit
Guzzle the whole bottle
That's a New York sip
My baby mom's from Brooklyn
My New York bitch
Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip
Hoes down
with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you man I ain't got to try hard
You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod
The label don't want you to be
with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you man I ain't got to try hard
You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod
The label don't want you to be
with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you man I ain't got to try hard
You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod
The label don't want you to be
ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it
Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge
it, you play the game by the rules that's connected wit' it
It's not a win if you lost your respect to get it
Took a loss on my first trip to Broadway
WELL THERE ONCE WAS A MAN CALLED BROADWAY JIM
HE HAD THE IDEA I WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM
HE CAME REAL CLOSE LOOKED INTO MY EYES
SAID I NEVER MET A MAN
place to head
What you sayin' man?
I see my mates by the magistrates
They be sleepin' rough
So what’s the use getting irate?
Thinking I got it tough
him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with
Ayy, Ayy
She too toxic for the plan
Too toxic to be main
Too toxic to be gang
Man it's wild can't explain
Too toxic I'm turning cold
Too toxic Imma
I woke up with closed eyes
To find the lies I told
Like "let's do dinner this Sunday" or
"I got everything under control"
So she waits there by
below cats are howlin'
It's a family affair
They're selling vegetables on Broadway
A man is runnin' for the train
Strollin' down 42nd Street
On our
from my older neighbor who was payin', "Fuck Da Police"
'Leven writin' graffiti, fifteen, I'm sellin' weed
By sixteen, I had an MPC
(It was Hip Hop's
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