awalkingharlem

[Verse 1: King Carter] Look, look One of one, I am unguardable Niggas ain't picked the right play, I called an audible No, I'm not a fan, fuck your movement I want my pockets fat, overweight Eating everything on my plate Doing right and killing everything, no Drake Nowadays rappers are fake Everybody acting when the cameras be around, with the White people smile, with the tough guy actions White guy accent, according to your actions You're acting, I put that on the late Michael Jackson No, this ain't a diss, this is a message Now, sorry, if I'm coming off aggressive When it comes to rap, I gotta snap Praying for a stack with rubber bands, cash They say I couldn't do it so I did, that R.I.P. to Shawty Lo one time R.I.P. Khalif Browder one time If you see me running, it's from one time If anything matters, bitch, it's black lives Back from the dead and I grew dreads Outlaw thug life, bitch, that's my philosophy SLUms NYC 'til my next life Divorced the streets, that's my ex-wife Suicidal thoughts, I'm screaming "Fuck life" Look, look [Verse 2: MIKE] Yeah, I swear I see life kinda different Your mind on the prize but your eyes where it isn't These hands hold mics, not tickets You don't got bread, nigga, you don't gotta sweat it The niggas in the front is my witness All my niggas gonna go, they don't even need permission Headed to the goal, backstepping to the pivot Nigga, I done seen the trenches, I done seen the rooftops City type pretentious, they be humbled in a new spot I ain't want the crown, but it fitted like a tube sock Split it if the Lug' pop I've been out here playing with these niggas like a jukebox Working out here, chasing, you'll be waiting 'til the nuke drop And you kiddies stop acting like you troops now From two fifty, going up, make the roof clog And it brought a different pattern where my shoes stomp And fake money ain't shit to the true guap Cocoa rum, make the lift do it's true job I'ma run for the lick, I'ma move shop I'ma jump for the spliff, I'ma jump