Reprise
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I'm chasing Amy retracing my steps, smoke tracing my breaths
Could still smell her clove linger off of Lefferts and Grand
If you don't know bout love or death then you just won't understand
I'm reminiscent like a Chester Higgins
From where clips see empty like they're pessimistic
Impressionistic my frustration of painting a portrait that's so vivid
And they still couldn't get it, from thin air
I'm tryna whittle it away before it withers away
Once bitten now it slithered away
My sky blue now digital ray
This requiem for my street
But technically the equity seeked is not equity banked
Before it tanks I'll give thanks when techs bang on this beat
Yo, we need to bring back weed spots
We need to bring back weed spots, I'm tryna tell ya
It's not nostalgia, this been my style for a while
These closet bangers
These moves is timing, Tutankhamun
Common threads, Kama Sutra guided common sense
Santana riffs, banana Nutrament, bandana kids
Sandbagging sandwich bag master plans from a few zips
Like skeoops
I know the Stuy smell like trees at night
I know these blocks from my dreams at night
I know some ops tryna read these rights
100K off of these here bikes, I know the feels
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I'm chasing Amy replaying this test between reflect or forget
Still feel her essence on New York between Bergen and Dean
If you ain't blessed to know bout loss
Then you can't learn what I mean
These is Kings Plaza stanzas, en confianza
Sponsored by OG, somber nights give cold reminders
I part ways with entourages when it's off or too tra la la la
It ain't about whats popular if it ain't on my parabola
Phantom of your opera rocking High John the Conqueror
Blocking cyclops hate with the Hamsa hand of the Fatima (screech)
Jamie Foxx on 'em, talk to the hand
The Bronx 80 blocks from her, I'm just 28 grams
Just an ounce (an ounce)
We down river they already took our grounds
We just kids from the Crown
Heights of the Empire State and now it's like they tryna take us out
I know the feels, the feels they in my house
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams from your fields
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields
How it feels...
I got her name (I got her name)
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I got her name
I'm chasing Amy retracing my steps, smoke tracing my breaths
Could still smell her clove linger off of Lefferts and Grand
If you don't know bout love or death then you just won't understand
I'm reminiscent like a Chester Higgins
From where clips see empty like they're pessimistic
Impressionistic my frustration of painting a portrait that's so vivid
And they still couldn't get it, from thin air
I'm tryna whittle it away before it withers away
Once bitten now it slithered away
My sky blue now digital ray
This requiem for my street
But technically the equity seeked is not equity banked
Before it tanks I'll give thanks when techs bang on this beat
Yo, we need to bring back weed spots
We need to bring back weed spots, I'm tryna tell ya
It's not nostalgia, this been my style for a while
These closet bangers
These moves is timing, Tutankhamun
Common threads, Kama Sutra guided common sense
Santana riffs, banana Nutrament, bandana kids
Sandbagging sandwich bag master plans from a few zips
Like skeoops
I know the Stuy smell like trees at night
I know these blocks from my dreams at night
I know some ops tryna read these rights
100K off of these here bikes, I know the feels
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I'm chasing Amy replaying this test between reflect or forget
Still feel her essence on New York between Bergen and Dean
If you ain't blessed to know bout loss
Then you can't learn what I mean
These is Kings Plaza stanzas, en confianza
Sponsored by OG, somber nights give cold reminders
I part ways with entourages when it's off or too tra la la la
It ain't about whats popular if it ain't on my parabola
Phantom of your opera rocking High John the Conqueror
Blocking cyclops hate with the Hamsa hand of the Fatima (screech)
Jamie Foxx on 'em, talk to the hand
The Bronx 80 blocks from her, I'm just 28 grams
Just an ounce (an ounce)
We down river they already took our grounds
We just kids from the Crown
Heights of the Empire State and now it's like they tryna take us out
I know the feels, the feels they in my house
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams from your fields
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
I know the feels, the feels
How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields
How it feels...
I got her name (I got her name)
I got her name tattooed on my chest
I got her name
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Pounds, Iman Omari, Keith Gabriel Cherry
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