Shea Stadium

Queens get the money, be the slogan Too much money in my pocket, now they swollen
Couldn't hear what you said, can you speak up
I got my hand to my ear, Hulk Hogan
Fresh coat of paint on the whip like it's stolen
I heard you full of shit, that's a colon
Gotta stay organic, so I'm fresh, never frozen
Got experience, so if I'm Tyson, you Logan

7 train, to the E, then the J
Where you at? I'm in Queens, every day
40P
Walk through if you feeling brave
Flushing meadows, I'm at the park, after dark
Jewel-I, where you at
He's in Maloof, doing tricks, smoking spliffs, rapping to a loop
Two birds, one stone, that's a double scoop
Fuck you said, Rosetta Stone it might help wit you

Cause I don't understand what you're telling me
Man in the mirror, that's my worst enemy
Got two straps, ivory and ebony
Too many sons, cut em off, vasectomy
Nah, I don't believe in the industry Why would I exchange my soul for the infamy
They don't care about the bars or the symphonies
They don't care about the music, it's the imagery

Yo, Martian, what it do? It's your boy PenNSoul, man
Yo, my boy, there's nothing like Queens, get the money, you nah mean
Something about that air in Corona, Queens, Southside Jamaica, Queensbridge, Astoria
The most multicultural borough in the whole NYC
I love to hear it my boy, keep it goin
I'm motivated, I'm inspired, you already know, one love

I don't live in Queens, but best believe it's where my heart stays
I wanna be a symbol to my city, just like where the Mets played
And then the next day, I'm taking over where your bitch stays
I'm tryna get paid, yo where's your job at?
I'll snatch your paycheck
I'm fly as hell, I'm here to break necks My finger game immaculate
Used to be in the back in the class, just flippin' tech decks
I flip her over, proceed to give her good sex
Shorty big with some small arms, that's a T-Rex
No that's my old ex, oops, I shouldn't have said that
It's not a diss track, you're not that special
So I'll be careful, cause I feel like I'm sounding vengeful
You don't get no play, you keep the bench full
You're like a wolf in sheep's clothing, so you wear that good wool
And if you talk shit, I know it's all bull
Today I'm local, the next day I'm going global
She go where I go, I call her mobile I'd rather be home than be here, I'm anti-social

She wanna come sing, I got the mic inside my pants to check your vocals
I'm smokin' gas Sunoco
There go Wülfy, mixin' up the 'Preme with the Polo
He got that mojo, that's that mojo Jojo Who that right there, mixin' up the Sprite with the Rojo
Wülfy stay high, that's a flying lobo Kick back, kick back like I'm at a dojo
Big back, big back, that's a Quasimodo

Big back, big back
Big back, big back
Big back, big back

Get your money up, not your funny up nigga