Lyrics:
and New York City mugs
I looked into her eyes and thought I'm sorry that I'm not enough
Hit me back with love the mug in fact that's now my favorite one
I
health, with dictatorstealth
Difference is intention, intendin on rasin hell
Sin city sinnin since i was a kid
All my life wanted to get on some
I was ready for that spot, ready to rot 6 feet for that street cred
Mentality street soldier, raised by the streets, I was street made
Simon, my mind
me, but ain't got no rep'
I'm whippin' up a baby, but ain't got no belt (Well, damn)
Sold that boy diamonds, bet the shit won't melt
I ain't never
throw
You know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing
Not defined by the bling
Exterminate the fakes like
it's trendy
Runnin' round from Laurier to MacKenzie
When the city's empty, yeah
Early twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not pennies
I need
'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my
When you are laying on my bed
Can’t help but notice your lips are closing distance towards mine
Look, not gonna front
I think that you were a gift
longer have any weak ends
My room's my territory come with peace signs
The corner bed is the capital, only good vibes
Hop in the city it'll be a good ride
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
caught in a plight,
Enough to survive, but dreams pushed aside,
A paradoxical struggle, where hopes can hide.
Through my words, my rhymes, I aim
and where I'm living
that's a prefect example of this Institution
And the constitution plus the preamble
It's tricky but not like DMC it's trick tricky
the loyalty to me
From those who serve under you
I only trust my
Royal Black Hand family
Because they prove their loyalty To me on a daily basis
But all RBH
Pardon me slime but I'm cooling now
I gotta make sure the tool around
Never sold nicks I was folding them down
I'm in south Philly cooling they
My mind compliance like a science
Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth
Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin'
my moms first
I need that western bread
Then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a 30 by my
something hot
But Pete used my budget on a bunch of pot
Best spot in the city going all night long
But I don't even know can
We afford this song? (No)
Five
Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA
trouble, I see death
See the red dots on my head
See the reaper by my bed
Bout to take my final breath, yuh
Father please forgive me for all of my sins
I
pocus)
You're ain't never gon' find another nigga this focused (Focused)
I got every block, every street corners sold up (Up)
Whatever club represent my
pocus)
You're ain't never gon' find another n**** this focused (Focused)
I got every block, every street corners sold up (Up)
Whatever club represent my
didn't know
See I'm not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar
Say she's a church girl
But man she's blowing holy smokes
Showed her the Jesus piece
Now she
the city go
Jumped on the hood start popping my song thats on the stereo, I love it
Hook: (Vidal Garcia)
I'm loving how you doing what you doing
All that
Check it out is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending's
I can make a million and still
Not get enough of spending
And since my life is
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