Lyrics
Yeah
The grimy and gritty, New York City (uh)
Killer before the shine, I came up, that nigga
I’m born to rhyme, make more, the corporate line
These chumps operatin’ on overtime
This is my quarter dog, you eat what you slaughter
We all can dine, it was fate
I fall in a hole again, I was supposed to climb
Heavy the fortunate, New York in this bitch
Yeah, we torchin’ shit, we are forced to equip
Bought in a ticket if I’m talkin’ slick
Made it a cause to whip, fuck out the way ‘fore the horses kick
This where the bosses flick
Bitch with the rings, don’t stay off of it
The hood, it damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual
Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles
So pass the man on Louis Vuitton my handle
Whether it a weak struck a sandal, I’m holdin’ up like Carmelo, nigga
Light up a candle, there’ll be opps leavin’ the state
A block season, the city made me cold, I don’t think I’ma ever stop freezin’
Filet Mignon for no reason, too many days of chop cheesin’
Move like I’m under surveillance, but not for schemin’
When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learn to survivin’ with what they gave us, 101 razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta through the stages (uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (uh)
Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us
Legend be Beres Hammond, You? Just a Busta before the Rhyme
You prima donnas like a virgin Madonna, but borderline
Bunch of borin’ lines noone fallin’ for, so fall in line
The punchline, I’m like a freestyle slime, stay off of mine
Get it? Off the mind, some of us get it
But off a crime, the author’s off the table
Public defender gon’ offer time
When they thought I was subbed in, I thought sublime
Now our season’s 2022, I clearly thought I was blind, yo
The streets is watchin’ ’em, they want ’em with Biggie and Pac in ’em
Resort to poppin’ ’em, but how is that solvin’ the problem?
I got a lot of ’em, I also got dreams, I follow ’em
I’m not concerned with rappers who can’t spit, so swallow then, uh
This ain’t for lil’ saints so pardon then
You see them pearly gates, that’s where them saints go marchin’ in
So shall we start again? Method and Banks, this marketin’
‘Cause ain’t no bargainin’ with the demographic we targetin’
When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learn to survivin’ with what they gave us, 101 razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta through the stages (uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (uh)
Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us
Also read these
