MoMA

No Rap City
We live in basement
All it took was patience
Cause I'm lit
She gon' strip like Vegas
Necklace by her ankles
Keep a smith
Don't wan' get entangled
Boy this shit get dangerous
Pockets crip
Got that knot on me
Hard headed since a baby
You can't tell me shit
But you gon' smell me bitch
Money aroma
I wake up and put that shit on
Like I'm dressing at MoMa
If I bless it, it's a coma
I ain't stressing she a loaner
When I'm thru
It's back to you
My policy return to owner

I might set up shop
And get the kettle hot
Cause either way it go I bet i pop
And I got hella stock
Push the gas until the metal pop
Let my bezel rock
Stackin paper
Look like Lego blocks
I need my bread off top
Now watch me get it
In a foreign with a lotta cheese
My new bitch speak guapanese
I know she a freak
So we try angles like isosceles
Don't have time for rest
But I buy woods
And burn a lotta trees
Them niggas gon be pressed
When they realize it ain't no Stopping me
Still in the cut
Never switching up
Fuck these niggas
Cause when pressure hit
Niggas exit quick
I done seen it
You was meant to fold
And this trip get cold
So keep a heater
Never join em
Gotta beat 'em
When they fall
I gotta leave em

No Rap City
We live in basement
All it took was patience
Cause I'm lit
She gon strip like Vegas
Necklace by her ankles
Keep a smith
Don't wan get entangled
Boy this shit get dangerous
Pockets crips
Got that knot on me
Hard headed since a baby
You can't tell me shit
But you gon smell me bitch
Money aroma
I wake up and put that shit on
Like I'm dressing at MoMa
If i bless it it's a coma
I ain't stressing she a loaner
When I'm thru
It's back to you
My policy return to owner



Credits
Writer(s): N A Jr.
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