Do you see I see? Do you smoke what I Do you wanna Do you wanna
Yeah aiyyo When I walk into a room, niggas a slight breeze Stay a little while they feel they might freeze understood why they never liked me 'cause when I locked the door, turned into to Icees at my feet all you see is Nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like Size ten, never find me in a tight At the airport, minutes before my flight Round tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, at least a day's warning Previous plans, spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to New York, stay >From St. John's to Forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while niggas ya'll stay scoreless
All my niggas from the projects, one up To my bitches from the projects, one up And high, high And pass me a cup of that shit (so high), we on hood shit (so high) from the projects, light one up To my bitches the projects, light one up And stay high, And pass me a cup of that good (so high), we on some hood (so high)
What's me the hood? A tree wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no A fuck but don't nut, I be If me and the street wasn't in between the I'm a product of luck, the money and murder game Here's Nature, a faker, man you heard of the name the cold streets of QB, old beef to new beef No peace, the song, what I see you see
Mad bitches wanna wit me Niggas wanna wit me Usually in my hood, me in yo' city so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love of me Thinkin of a way where I can myself Sometimes I get a of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it So high I must be my mind
It's like in a glass pool, half full Niggas only hit the bottom when they crash Mash fools out like they food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared niggas Bluff niggas into that their year's up It ain't a game, six months off, the shit jumps off Mini-Me's are punched in they jaw My call this shit Animal Rap Me, I call it My near-sighted saw it comin More stunnin, new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some Hurricane shit Back and forth to St. Crouix kid, same Sega Dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, niggas don't know, they will And if they understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that
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