Williamsburg

Selling art to these yuppies Getting mixed offers Hold up Selling art to these yuppies Getting mixed offers I'm In New York like I'm Peter Parker Wrote a sixteen then I tossed it If I wanted bullshit, I'd just read Gawker (facts nigga) Young Rick murder, I just shoot walkers I'm a slave to this rap shit, I can't quit (nah) Fresh cig with the grip (ooh) A yuppie pop shit, call the gun Britney Jean When the spears come out, I hit you and JT You yuppies ain't real Let you live for a fee We taking Brooklyn back, you can leave the coffee And you coons dying too Word to Charles Barkley (word) My head dreaded up like my name Marley We don't do- shh Simple rhyming ass niggas get they wig pushed back (uh) Get your mic snatched, nicotine patched Call my white boys up, get your life hacked Heard your stock dropped, nigga this the blow back Put the Hawkeyes on him, heard he like M*A*S*H (sheesh) You gon' rust in peace, heard you like thrash Put a price on your head, that's a light bag .45 on me like Mike back, whoa Flame (alright) Baby I'm just heating up (it's lit) Not a need, it is a must (yeah) Feeling stuck, you know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah) Icy love Icy like a hockey puck (oh, alright) Baby I'm just heating up (it's nasty, it's lit) Need your love You know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah) Icy (Off in the main) (Hidden Hills) I walk in the booth like I own it (Deep off in the main) I know that I belong there (Hidden Hills, Deep off in the main) These days ain't the same (Hidden Hills) Y'all ain't built like that (deep off in the main) These fuck niggas ain't - like that Y'all niggas, y'all built like rats, oh