Niggas from NY Be Like Freestyle
(It's far from the common tongue)
Look, look
Look, look
Look, my watch froze I don't know what time it is
I mean the hands deadass spinning but the diamonds blind a kid
I'm sick to my stomach of the gross incompetence
So if you hear me, then you feel me, and you know what I just said
From where bitches love broke niggas and broken promises
The chance of y'all seeing commas uncommon like common sense
Stay all in the projects, son
Go half a bottle, son
Sour Diesel-fanto spliff it put me right where I belong
Hold up
We in the case Til the coppers come
Hold up
They build a case then the coppers come
This can't be as good as it gets
Moved around so much I don't know what hood I should rep
Ay
Bronx, Harlem, Brooklyn, any hood I should step
Real recognize me y'all could not forget
Shit, fantastic
A run in with the man, dammit
Right in Harlem 'cross from where the bombers grand slammin'
That's one thing I hate, plus
Them niggas who's location stuck
On Instagram hating, but
In secret wishing they was us
Deadass this, deadass that
Like suck a fuckin' dick, this is deadass facts
Real niggas from the Apple, so deadass mack
My guy, you ain't trapping, this is deadass crack
Dizzy
Look, look
Look, look
Look, my watch froze I don't know what time it is
I mean the hands deadass spinning but the diamonds blind a kid
I'm sick to my stomach of the gross incompetence
So if you hear me, then you feel me, and you know what I just said
From where bitches love broke niggas and broken promises
The chance of y'all seeing commas uncommon like common sense
Stay all in the projects, son
Go half a bottle, son
Sour Diesel-fanto spliff it put me right where I belong
Hold up
We in the case Til the coppers come
Hold up
They build a case then the coppers come
This can't be as good as it gets
Moved around so much I don't know what hood I should rep
Ay
Bronx, Harlem, Brooklyn, any hood I should step
Real recognize me y'all could not forget
Shit, fantastic
A run in with the man, dammit
Right in Harlem 'cross from where the bombers grand slammin'
That's one thing I hate, plus
Them niggas who's location stuck
On Instagram hating, but
In secret wishing they was us
Deadass this, deadass that
Like suck a fuckin' dick, this is deadass facts
Real niggas from the Apple, so deadass mack
My guy, you ain't trapping, this is deadass crack
Dizzy
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