[Verse 1]
Danny’s house of pizza fuels my rhymes
Coliseum n*ggas popping tools for shines
This for left rack, where n*ggas post up by king Rogers
Southside n*ggas, up top it’s been fathers
Queens New York, no talk, let the TEC blow
Shoutout to my people probably posted up on metro
Made a quarter mil, a rich man held on the low
A lot of n*ggas never knew that I was making it snow, uh
Corolla to Woodside, we hood tied
System on, down Rockaway, pushing a good ride
Playing old 50 sh*t, ghetto Quran
In the desert moving deadly cause the metal is on
It’s still iced down medallions
Flush em fam, f*cking with ten on Rikers Island
Take a trip to Sunnyside, make the money rise
Queens n*ggas sticking di*ks up in your honey’s thighs
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There’s no escape from the mayhem
I’m living now, tryna make it to the AM
[?] motion, XXL, the [?] four fifth
I keep a black Smith and Wesson in my polo jacket
[Verse 2]
Summertime, play in the strip, maybe [?]
Jackson heights, break down and redesign yay
My mind, stray thoughts, confused by Queens’ corners
In the hand, f*cking with grams, with Ds on us
Keep it low key, rock a low tee, rep officially
Left this boulevard, peace god, I pull your card
Perfection’s infinity, rep like it was telling me
Get baptized by Hennessey, then catch flights to Kennedy
Police harass you, tell you freeze like a statue
A deadly hassle, I’m over by the veggie castle
Some wheat grass, lemon splashed with a dash of ginger
Hoodie on poof then I’m gone just like a ninja
In the fog or the mist, keep my timepiece swiss
Bag a dime piece swift, real n*ggas shine like this
Blasting Billy Holliday out the beige coupe
Came a long way from the days when we was strange fruit
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