Knicks

Uh, chillin' in the 6 Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick Got me gradually gettin' chips All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison If you can push it, I'll give you points from the back As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga I got it sellin' nickel bags Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add? Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half Smokers get the [?], man where the reefers at? Standin' at my window with my full clip Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did Face melted off the acid I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia Downtown Brown, Julie Brown know the hoochies wanna do me now Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'? Balls off, all the homies by the ball court Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk I'm not the one for all the small talk I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd Big coins, rosemary on the strip loin Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro Queens Center mall by the Sbarro I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less You know stress cause niggas to forfeit When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips And street corners, so many police want us Lookin' to feast on us Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us Suckin' their teeth on us I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move Got no class like a nigga that skipped school Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools The block gleam every time that a cop scream On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Looks like they caught me red-handed When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys And I want all the ends For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again The happiest days of my life been taken from me Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up I don't think this chain fit me right Got a couple loose screws so I write Right brain trippy like..... And I should let you finish too I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you They still get the teeth to show we know them as tools I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags Real killer, drug dealer I got it sellin' nickel bags