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We pull up in that 'How could you
This nigga Rob be cooking can't relate'
Women stop me on the like 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro so the future that his tape came late'
all devotion, this is a lonely life
But nothing this ever came easy
So its only
We down by East Village, models on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, my ass off with the homies like...(this shit is funny)
'Niggas trying to bring New York back?' (let's it forward)
Man ain't in my backyard selling crack, its a new era
Doing in the blue Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my young jawn's, and she fine
Thats a note (that's a sidenote)
Don't act like you too to be a freak
Bitch, I'm a quarter through my life, we ain't got time to be
Why you thought they call me I'm just trying to be honest
Heard they calling for the answer, well finally got it
Nigga I came up, all me
Now the fucked, that's balls deep
Niggas talked shit like wanted beef
But they up when they saw me
I'm to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You gotta go)
When Greg pops died I said I'm going hard for that
I can't thank him for treating me like his kid
Can't even drop off a bag for all the that he did
Man my would have been proud of all them hoes that we slid
I Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
---- home from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for every bitch that we
Woke up to a blonde doing yoga on me, damn
Cobain, Lil Wayne Staley
Fantasize about out my brains daily
kids need me though, where they gon get the real
These other rappers CB4, I keep it 100
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to CM Punk quit
Fuck my symmetry's off
These hoes on me I'm empty
Paranoid cause too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in
I'm more myself ever, they call it going crazy
Well I just like to think I'm being open
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not sure I'll let you
went on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make something better
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to make it forever
My niggas down for whatever, one hand up I'm saying
side jawn give it away, cause she a Red

Boy I'm everywhere was you ever
(Dance shit bitch, you Fred Astaire)
Your girl came, off top, like a head of hair (at the shop)
Or a freestyle, I never scared
I got no and I'm dead in there
This is my city, who's with me?
Got 150 running with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the shit
Put my niggas on high fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They just do this shit", Bitch I do shit
Ain't got no time to shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna pictures
But can't write or no damn bridges
Fuck from Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep your fucking stream and a
From the to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with sound ho, nigga
This that flow, nigga

If its any girl in this club tonight look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
I need that shit right now, let me it one more time
If its any girl in this club tonight that look anything like Rashida can you dance on me?
drinks on me