Lyrics:
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
( bay bay )
Big o pearm on u fuk Nikkaz mane
Sugaman Onnat boa
Shout out to my niggas down there in Mississippi mane
Shout out to my Bama niggas
See how the other half lives on park avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on park avenue
Let us hide behind a pair
call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by
see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around, saw Gary stashin' a heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just
out in Lincoln Terrace Park late night
And I'm bringin' my drank just to round out the high
Got some reefer in my joggers I didn't even think twice
If I
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
stuff!"
He run off down the block
In his Crocs and cuffs
When the cops come to me, they say: "Oh
That's rough!" go ahead, keep this car
We'll report it lost
Downtown
And I Still I Rush To Pick Her Up From Work And Fizzench
She Tellin Everyone Imma Hold Here Down
Tell Everyone I'm The Prince Up In This Cold Clear
and thin
You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin
Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends
When she finally came home you probably
Existing it really ain't nothing to me
Blood drippin' down in a puddle of me
So, tell me you see what I've been through
A red eye reflection I'm evil
Praying
Existing it really ain't nothing to me
Blood drippin' down in a puddle of me
So, tell me you see what I've been through
A red eye reflection I'm evil
Praying
spend our lives
Oh I can bend the truth
Up to the sky
But I'll try, oh I'll try for you
Oh I'm leaving (walking in the park, I know when I'm alone)
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
on a plane
I was in College Park, right
Well I guess technically, if you wanna go before that
I was uh, I was living in Germantown, uh no actually it was
Yeah, Holiday, Gary
I don't want why'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin' up
Unless they
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
a beat
Write some words
And put 'em on a sheet
Get up on the mic
And add a little heat
Mix it down
And listen while I breathe
In the air
Ya know its green
like you
Still fight me when I kiss her
Long Live Ivana
Right after the funeral I took off to Atlanta
Posted in the studio
With pistols and a Camera
Gary
flash. Alot of you MCs remain in the dark about how the cold Crush Brothers got live in the park. Shoutouts to the elders who put in mad work mad love
See how the other half lives on Park Avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on Park Avenue
Let us hide behind a pair
See how the other half lives on Park Avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on Park Avenue
Let us hide behind a pair
See how the other half lives on Park Avenue
Let's go slumming, take me slumming
Let's go slumming on Park Avenue
Let us hide behind a pair
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