Harlem's Recognition

I still get butterflies
Crazy how we vibe, even when we fight
I still get butterlflies (Yeah, yo)
Crazy how we vibe, even when we fight (Uh, uh)

Now I'm off that singin' shit, niggas mad I'm changin' it
I just stand by what I do, my nigga, I ain't changin' shit
I could switch it up, money problems, swear they comin' up
Got some money on my head, I double up and zip 'em up
Louis bag, I bring a bag in it (Cash in it)
I be lucid, got some Percs, I'm makin' cash with it (Crazy)
Got me swervin' while I'm drinkin', might just crash in it
And mixin' pain up with your pleasure, make you act different
And all these bitches takin' pictures with my chain on
I play the station with the fiends like my game is on
I'm duckin' shots like Call of Duty in the danger zone
My mother pray for every night that I'ma make it home
And man, it's crazy, all these other boroughs makin' it
I come from Harlem, where these niggas used to takin' shit
They fuck your shawty for the 'Gram, your bros is tapin' it
And she just fuckin' for a gram to get a taste of it (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Fuckin' get a taste of it (Uh), gang

All I know is grindin', even when my time here
Showin' love ain't enough, I'll help your mind brighten
Stayin' humble out there, gotta show 'em I care
I was formed in the rough, somethin' like a diamond
Progressin' every conquest, every contest
Lookin' at my guys like, "Damn, are we on yet?"
Ass bettin' and gettin' in debt isn't hard flex
Make 'em know you present in every setting's my concept, yeah
Always flowin' different sounds to show I don't play around
We gon' win like every round, ten toes, two feet on the ground
To the top, I'll never drown, always smile, never frown
Never treat me like a clown, we some kings, where our crown?

Run up, and you niggas gettin' done up
And all these niggas' mad, always waitin' on my come-up
And once you hear the click-bang, niggas get to runnin'
Get to dumpin', all my niggas know I'll shoot you all for nothin'
I'm just gettin' meaner, and we'll just stain up your shirt
And put you in the cleaners, and all these niggas on my dick
All this shit is lit, all these niggas know I'm not for shit
All these niggas know I'm spinnin' on their block and you get hit

(Gang) We ain't playin' with you niggas
Sayin' I ain't trill? False info, how you figure?
Same ones who made me lose turned me to a winner
We just levelled up, now everybody start to whisper
We don't give a fuck, nigga, cry me a river
Y'all the same ones who don't check how niggas' livin', yeah
Same ones who say I'm switchin' tryna blind the vision
Well, if they ain't in the Kodak, we cut 'em out the picture, facts

I still get butterflies
Crazy how we vibe, even when we fight