Lyrics:
a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your mental
All my opps, we got 'em sick as hell
That nigga tellin'
They like, "Lil' Rob, you slick
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
and smokin'
Sparks flyin' open
From tha gat that im holdin'
This is for tha homies
And all tha others that know me
In this world you cant get by with luck
You
and titties?
(New York, New York, you know I got bitches on me) Sure enough, sure enough
Well, let me walk you through the city
(Bright lights, big city
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
(GRR, PAH)
Uh uh uh
Look at me I'm an African Legend
Lil Polo Just keep on Blasting
Everyone know we go slide leave a message
Lil nigga we never
on that shit, run up on me, I'ma kill you, bitch ass nigga (what you?)
Yeah, lil' nigga got my name in their mouth, it ain' that shit
I'm still rockin'
Perkies, 30s, your pockets hurting
Tried to rob
But he got popped by that owner Kirby
Should've never jumped in the street
Should've stayed a nerdy
That red
on the 'Gram for me
Met a ho from Chiraq said she knew Lil Reese
I'm making moves that gonna renew her the lease
Foot on they neck got my hands on a check
I
Aye
Got my family out the dirt, I was Incentivized by pain
Hate me or love me my city recognize my name
Diamonds on my chain look like I enterprise
The airwaves wrapped us up in the holiday spirit. I'm inspired by the city that raised me. And I think it's really important to understand this. My love for New
holes in my shoes
I guess I know what they mean by cold city blues
Ken bagged the stores
Tryin' to get money the best way I know how
How? Me and my
old niggas that I cry for
Same old niggas I start a riot for
Lil' Dooney hit me up
He like, "Lil' bro, you know these niggas prayin' on your
the city’s falling apart
Can you feel their breath behind you
Everyone seems to fall around you, you know
You’d better run, you’d better get a gun
‘cause
and get on top hat
Aye go tell that lil rapper or who ever the fuck he is in Louisiana
Stand down he know he ain't bout that
Clean up on 38th
Youngin with
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
taking trips from the ends
Making everyone know that I made it
I'm rocking a rolly, she's up on the poley, blowing a stack cause I'm faded
I learned
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
I know some lil' niggas that thirst cream
That pop a bitch on camera and we ain't talkin' bout twerk team
Shootin' up cribs turnin' porches
bitch, I'm kickin' in yo' front door
Hit that boy with Fentanyl, you know I'm stretchin' dope (let's go, let's go, let's go)
The one to take a two, ooh,
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
We might as well give it a try
Everyone's terrified that they'll be justified by the collapse that will happen
Everyone's placing their bets just
work this won't over night
I aint cocky nigga but I know I'm nice
cnd I don't want your love if it aint genuine
Streets got me moving all militant
Lil
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