Whitney

Tell me what it's like

Ladies and gentleman
Coming at you from, The South Bronx

Another joint
By Robbin DiNero
Another single

Just be cruising thru this life shit
Thinking about the one day that I might hit
On a honey, up a track, off a show
Scientific on these beats experimental with the flows
Living life so cold
Never thought to see the day how I'm becoming this bold
Mad insecurities straight running on my mind
Got me falling behind but soon come Ima shine kid

Said it's New Years Eve, I'm up writing
Pen game Mjolnir I script lighting
On the block hearing them knuckleheads fighting
Backpackers rep the underground cyphing
Cause it's just another heap of antics
That creep thru our city that never sleeps
Got dreams you can come along with me
There can be some miracles when we believe like Whitney

2021 word to Christ was a fever dream
Adjusted to different scenes
Wondering what it all mean
Flashbacks into my life when I was 13
Public school burning mixtapes on a blank CD
Awkward ass bloke
Never got the timing right when I told a joke
Wrote some scripts about my teachers, shared laughs
With the gang, GameStop after school where we'd hang
Right on 3rd Ave
If one was down bad then we always shared half (half)
One for all, all for one
Ain't no fun if the homies can't get none
Cause me and all my niggas took Ls
Shook thru our spells
Look we doing swell (swell)
Always a purpose in the stressin
Going thru to hell to get to heaven, kid

Said it's New Years Eve I'm up writing
Pen game Mjolnir, I script lighting (script lightning)
On the block hearing the knuckleheads fighting
Backpackers rep the underground cyphing (cyphing)
Cause it's just another heap of antics
That creep thru our city that never sleeps
Got dreams, you can come along with me
There can be some miracles when we believe like Whitney (like Whitney)

Yeah

Keeping it real
Fuck how a nigga feel