(1):
Beg your pardon, I ain't at the garden
I'm a Harlem n**a, I'm at Dyckman
My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements
I been the same n**a since diapers
Same n**a with no license
Same n**a caught the train n**a
Now I'm gettin brain from your wifey
You need a pass just to come 'round
I need that Rolly face bust down
Tryna chill cause it's Ramadan but I kill these n**s when that sun down
I ain't cooling less gun round
You can lose your life over one pound
Take my time in the trap stressing
I'm baggin up in a rush now
F**k what you thought, this not L.A
So we ain't driving by, we gon' pull up and park
Catch you at the light, make it get dark
In the night when b**s taking it off
I'm just tryna get my cake up, my b**h bad with no makeup
Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer
Go up in the court and shoot a case up
Bully probably pull a [?] up, I been thinking bout that ghost s**t
I'm retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don't know s**t
On my momma I done sold nicks
Not a liar, never sold bricks
If they raid the crib n**a, don't snitch
Everybody get it, I got no picks
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the Cove
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different h**s
(2):
Trey pound, that's a KD
I ain't showing up if they don't pay me
Been nice since [?], these b**s on to me lately
Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice
This why I sell sour D, still on my moms for that bail price
Play ball and I played the trap
I can tell you what them scales like
Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like
Cop s**t before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price
Stepped on and get dismissed
We like big fish, talking whale type
45 that's a come back, east river where they dump that
Bed breakfast on Linox Ave
Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at
My youngin got it, he can pump that
My homie hit it, I don't want that
Hate a b**h that never got here own
Always asking n**s where the blunts at
33 that's a Scot Pip
Foreign b**h up in the drop six
Thinking when I couldn't cop s**t
I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap s**t
Rockstar need a moshpit
Live a thug life on some Pac s**t
Fly n**a need a cockpit
You ain't f**g with me, you can watch this
Trey pounds, that's a KD
Pray to God they don't take me
Rolex or a A.P
226 with no safety
Get some work, hit the road
We was hustling in the Cove
Feel it when it hit your nose
Waking up with different h**s
