It Was in New York City.
de Nate Bargatze
I'm color blind so all I'm seeing is dollar signs
They criticize and probably jus under qualified
Take your heart to the wiz
And get you motified
Hit a spliff and get you lifted
Like you called a ride
Feened up, leaned up
Is what they call a vibe
High frequency the only
Way I'm goin' ride
And when them killers
Coincide you better stay inside
Monetized how I vibe
You better pick a side
First you get the respect
Then comes the power
Now we talking money
We get that hour
It's all about the Benjimans
All he know is funds
This that capital punishment
Rip to pun
They say diamonds is forever
Now we hitting the vault
Everything spicy call this
The Curry goat
The greatest of all time
Jus' play it and stay remote
Finger on the trigger
They killing 'em for the votes
You can build the wall but them hitters is goin' float
Put 'em in the sky
Or they in coming by the boat
Everything water
He spitting it til he choke
If we was in the yard
Everybody getting poked
Now everything dropping
Honda transmission
And this don't need a hook
I ain't nobody goin' fishing
As soon as he hit the booth
Everybody going to listen
I told him don't speak
Now his body goin' missing
These niggas is washed up
Like cars when they glossed up
They see me star struck
Get the paper then boss up
Turned a hobby to a hustle
Some weight to some muscle
If you ain't good wit' family
Ain't no way I'm goin' trust you
Never ran never rat
Jus' check my report
I been underground now
I'm jus' breaking through the floor
Been bodying everything
Jus' working on my core
Its shimmey shimmey yah
I'ma give it to em raw
Like sex wit no condom they know that I'm a problem
Government shutdown
I'm bout to drop the album
They seeing my expansion wit
Mally in the mansion
He told him press play
Now everybody started dancing
Head spins on that brown box
This that up rock
Living off experience
Break dance til they break lox
And chase opps the crime pops
Til the day stops
And they goin' make noise
Til the neighbors call the cops
FRM where the pig say on dogs but but they pussycats
When the niggas can't beef
They goin' run and get the gat
And they don't got 50 cents so they go get the strap
Ever smell a dead body its
Goin' linger through they the hat
Been through helland back
And used the fire as my transport
Cara seen limousine
Stretch 'em out while they wait for it
Street Khalifa trash bags
Filled wit' the reefa
How he goin' listen he
Making more than his teachers
I'm body and everything they don't want me on they features
Them critics is jus' hatin'
They aint playing from the bleachers
Body bars pass raw
Lyrically is pass frauds
Everything potent
Weed outta the glass jar
Too many lost souls they goin' never make it home
Them jail calls is free they want you talking on them phones
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Thank You for Listening!
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I Am Losing 'Em
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I Need to End the Show. Here Comes the Thunder
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Comedy Central Special.
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I Know Mommy's Funny.
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I Got 'Em Back
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No M&Ms.
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He Came Back
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Now Let Daddy Work.
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I Am Doing a Show. Focus!
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I Hope the Crowd is Great
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For My Special.
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You Just Ate.
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I Mean More Like a Light Sprinkle
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Here Take the Bag.
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We Could Do It Together
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Yes. Real High on the Plane.
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I Am Hungry
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