To 702 From 703

Ay 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me I come from the Middle-Atlantic, hand it you got the advantage Lights brighter than an Einstein Bagel Bro sandwich But I'mma manage, I'mma pace my way to Vegas Slip the Greyhound a 20 then askin' "can you take us?" While I'm on the ride, gotta get my story right Why I'm the feature-worthy type, why I'm surely hype Existential thinkin' guy, the retro I will enlight I go with way deeper thoughts like Only thing that'd make Christina Aguilera cooler If she did heroin and had a gold plated shooter Early days of RCA, packed away the Gouda But hopefully not today she got some kids to her But if they're pain in the ass let that Wonder Woman blast You deserve a fix fast, blackin' out at Six Flags Genie in a bottle and the bottle the syringe As you binge there's twinge and the twinge says you sinned Ay 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me I been in this motel for like 3 days from VA Stay away from crime burner pre-paid Vegas got no concept of reception Testin' my service profession but it won't repress my lesson Less distraction so I'll practice my actions Passin' flashin' metaphors that'll hint at the passion Bosses they're flossin, never DDS I'm on pretty ballin' shit, that's a PBS Got Barney bank, belly green, flashin' fuchsia to the kids Movin' all these signatures, I'm on that Mucha Lucha shit Churro day with Euro babes, won't find me in the future, bitch Bobby Flay with Frito Lay, I'm sure he'll make it nutritious Never kissin' lips, diamond ring I'm kissin' this Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuckin' list, mo Fuck a greasy emo; call him Panic At The Crisco Kill your momentum, I bent 'em deader than disco Ay 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me Different places, different labels, timing incapable I can't gap em together but I can pretend they're tapeable On that reel to reel, here's the deal, ball like Kobe and O'Neal Don't try to sue me do me in before I get this record deal Kept it real like that Urkel as Jaleel Real as Washington Wizards when they were workin' in teal Fuck that red and navy, Bullets or nothin' for real Sing the anthem when the Raiders open in Vegas with zeal 'Member the name, memory lane, singin' the swing with range Goin' insane, 702 do everything I'm gonna bang, shout "gang gang" on every train Never be tamed, servin' the nerds words over their brain Spice Girls think they kickin' like cinnamon But 702 came through and did 'em in Comparisons limitin' but I can't stop it They Make it like that Destiny's Child adopted Ay 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me 702 I'm from the 703 Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me