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Yo, look I'm sensitive soul with a criminal mind
I'm askin' questions to find out how you're feelin' inside
I can give that bitch dick, but I can't give her my time
Read my lips, real spill, still drippin' off mine
You know the hood been gettin' jealous, I don't fuck with them, they're weird
Yeah, these women actin' up because they think a bruddas clear
I been leanin' on myself, I ain't relyin' on my peers
Them man owe me some respect, right now they're in the rear
Look, I just flipped a stack, stepped on it, like an hour later
I'm out for dinner wit' a flicky and a calculator
In a AMG, leanin' out the back
Wit' a sentence on my lap, they wanna tell everyone about my paper
Talkin' online, when we greet you got your head down
Girls are tryna twitter me, the money make her get down
City on my back, generatin' every big crowd
Lit sound, really runnin' wit' it like I'm Chris Brown
NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everythin' -
Born alone, die alone
In the T stockin' up
I ain't got a cost to cut, weigh in it in the styrofoam
Talkin' about love, but I don't even like the hoe
I don't rap, I just speaks facts through a microphone
I'm getting paid, so I keep ballin' on these guys
How under 21 without a dream, are you alright?
I kept grindin' 'til I saw a bit of progress in my life
Then I done it all again because the money wasn't right
Done deals before I got a deal, I ain't even got a deal
Tickets on sale, another venue that I gotta fill
Took this line on tour, another encore
Fuck Netflix, get a rich, I don't wanna chill
I wake up and tell myself it ain't a dream
I been hustlin' for time, but that don't mean I'm at peace
I been hittin' every target, like some archery you see
On the radio again I said, "That's nothing new to me"
NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everything big
And my NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everythin' -
I'm askin' questions to find out how you're feelin' inside
I can give that bitch dick, but I can't give her my time
Read my lips, real spill, still drippin' off mine
You know the hood been gettin' jealous, I don't fuck with them, they're weird
Yeah, these women actin' up because they think a bruddas clear
I been leanin' on myself, I ain't relyin' on my peers
Them man owe me some respect, right now they're in the rear
Look, I just flipped a stack, stepped on it, like an hour later
I'm out for dinner wit' a flicky and a calculator
In a AMG, leanin' out the back
Wit' a sentence on my lap, they wanna tell everyone about my paper
Talkin' online, when we greet you got your head down
Girls are tryna twitter me, the money make her get down
City on my back, generatin' every big crowd
Lit sound, really runnin' wit' it like I'm Chris Brown
NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everythin' -
Born alone, die alone
In the T stockin' up
I ain't got a cost to cut, weigh in it in the styrofoam
Talkin' about love, but I don't even like the hoe
I don't rap, I just speaks facts through a microphone
I'm getting paid, so I keep ballin' on these guys
How under 21 without a dream, are you alright?
I kept grindin' 'til I saw a bit of progress in my life
Then I done it all again because the money wasn't right
Done deals before I got a deal, I ain't even got a deal
Tickets on sale, another venue that I gotta fill
Took this line on tour, another encore
Fuck Netflix, get a rich, I don't wanna chill
I wake up and tell myself it ain't a dream
I been hustlin' for time, but that don't mean I'm at peace
I been hittin' every target, like some archery you see
On the radio again I said, "That's nothing new to me"
NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everything big
And my NY girls, let me see your hands
Wave 'em at them bitches hatin' on you with they friends
Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big
Nail done, hair done, everythin' -
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Writer(s): Alexander Marcham
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