Yeah, yeah, turn it up though, black
Yeah
It’s New York City
When I step in the room all the b#tches say swanky
Hahaha, yeahh, ay
Rest assured I’m somethin’ Heaven sent, my flow is godly when I’m
Rhymin’ you could search but hardly find a state of mind that’s more
Bacardi when I’m spillin’ sh#t, feelin’ this in my
Delivery of deliverance, it’s ignorance, which is bliss
And pardon my fly n#gg#s and chicks, I’ve been away a while
No I wasn’t awaitin’ trial for once, I was stackin’ chips
Gettin’ all my n#gg#s sh#t, f#ckin’ desperate housewives
And swattin’ negative houseflies that tried to hovеr over
All my Grind Music-ness, that boy is special whеn he talk
A couple sentences, his flow drench is pretentious
Lil’ f#ckers with they gimmick sh#t, people in trances
Doin’ corny lil’ dances, talkin’ bout they rich but really they broker
Than Ashy Larry is, sh#t is hilarious
The pimp is here, the swanky limp is here, the gift is here
The New York Cobblestone Prince is here, n#gg# yeah I’ve been
Aware of you in despair, don’t interfere with why I’m savin’ you now
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