Lyrics:
by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I
listenin'
And I'm a smooth operator by instinct
Word to Sade, walkin' 'round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on Broadway
And it was just
didn't care what they say
Cause we knew that we'd be best friends someday
We opened up like the curtains on broadway
And man ever since its not been
pussy seeker
When it comes down to ridin' up and down in some pussy
I make it weaker
Also it gets a little deeper
I was walkin' down broadway
talking over chorus]
Man I don't even know if hip-hop is dead
But I do know that some of the bigest retails stores is going out of business
Record sales
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
weak
So you better go get you some creatine
Get your weight up
Out here in America man (hello)
I'm still in America
Where church is a Broadway
Preach! The same rapper that die hard
Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you? Man I ain't gotta try hard
You getting beat by the internet
rock, man, I'm a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking
We're doing illegal shit, go
c'mon dice
c'mon dice
Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big)
We take trips to Mekenos,
Ay yo it's 2021 and I've been feeling like the man
Had to find myself and had to learn to take a stand
Had to do some soul searching had to find out
And Broadway, and even more
And Castle Hill, money fill the bill
And haha, ya don't stop
To my man Marcus Mark, ya don't stop
To my man Early Bird, ya don't
And Broadway, and even more
And Castle Hill, money fill the bill
And haha, ya don't stop
To my man Marcus Mark, ya don't stop
To my man Early Bird, ya don't
he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I want to spit some beachnut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
burning that shit up thats keeping it groovy
Yeah its like the movies
Yeah and I was walking up broadway
I saw my adderall girls apartment and my weed man
the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man
it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man
off Broadway, I get top work
Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why..
[Chorus: Benzino]
Everybody want to call your name
shittin', per usual
Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical
Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous
From the Bridge, swirl,
the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving 'em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
17, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Eh, I
I got dynamics
I'm outstanding, never a stand-in for somebody else
Run up on me by mistake, don't run up all by yourself
Celine Dion type beat, main
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