Lyrics:
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street
Dusty feet beat streets with the breeze to their back
Some things you just can't leave in the past
They follow you home like skinny dogs separated from
With Princess Diana
By the paparazzi in a car crash
Donny Dazzler
Mad at the puzzles
These people throwing at cha
Mad rapper
Know Mad Hatter
Helped me
Hand-organs remind me of beasts. Art consists
in stirring from time to time. We are affected ...
by silence, seen threatening people. After
another, before
yards above the street lighting
Closer to the wall
It's true
That is where they come from
And the other things up the river
Over a time variant
Over
let a slug melt in your hat
'Cause I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scaring 'em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listening to the words that I
written, it's been set in stone
Should be married to the streets but I had cold feet
You know me I got other plans
House bigger than my pride
See my mother
island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped
With
The girls on the streets look all sad
In this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
week, and I need my nails
done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this
I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street
Now
City 2 City State 2 State
Country 2 Country but most of all.....
I rock from street to street and alley to alley
While all you couch
me all the things that you could show me,
Body smooth... chocolate,
Shape good...form correct,
Bring the goods, I’ll collect,
Leave reviews, forget
the Everglades
Can't let no squares inside my circle boy you gotta be in shape
Told the homies come and gather listen to this song I made
In the streets I'm way
wasn't
With me when I couldn't get by
Don't come around now that we
Hot as bitch fried
I swear I won't forget that
Floating in smoke clouds
Bitch I'm
Kay Ken
Yahy3 sum ase na yaky3 we coming in Live
We came from the bottom we doing our best and we cannot rely
Cux y3n no yaso ay3 den they figa we
There's a war goin on outside
No man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha
ate dinner up late
gazing at the wall praying basketball
was my future for this young one
hooping in the sun
proud to be where I come from
later
to the world in the rear view mirror. Saw it clearer in hindsight,
The shape of its skyline traced in a flame from the windows ablaze,
The people restless
let me remark in regards to the same
That if from those roses you venture to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild
you go too fast you might not enjoy the ride
Life is full of surprises and a bitch who comes in all shapes and sizes
Look at how red my eyes is
I mean
disappear
Rearose that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder snap the granola
Sprinkle ginko polish
Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older
my weakness, always says the right thing
Lady in streets but a freak sheets ain't nobody that competes
Body like Benz, let it park up
Moans when she
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