NMIM

When I migrate When I get on stage and I gyrate Mind state vibrate Spine shake violate Any motherfucker make a wild face Mic makes Marks in my head yeah that I take To my face Amen god send Motherfucker on ten Opposite of balding Hair growing No Air Jordan’s It’s the opposite of balling Back home no phone trying’ call him Withdraw been too hard some I’m all in Y’all been too hard on em gotta calm him City is scalding mixed in the stew in a cauldron He grew in the city that taught him Don’t put pity up on him Man it’s just Wiki’s problem Still the City gonna solve him Young Don Luis On duty I’m wrong? sue me She on to me Get the groupie out I’m all loopy Why you all moody? Why involve Rudy Giuliani? World turning all loony Back to my home where it's you, me Moms, pops, my chick and her bomb booty (chorus) How you gonna say ain't no mountains in manhattan? When I been right on top of one macking For the past 20 years past 23 years Took a couple years just to get passed the piers Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year "what he gonna do man?” Stuck up in the stew ACAB Truth kills Always be wondering who’s real Loose feel When I be holding on blue steel Who kills? Not you nigga stop fronting Seen you pussy out the scrap With all of your teeth punched in When it’s winter time in the City Nigga we go hunting "or sit inside in the crib comfy and get blunted” Eyes low bloody knuckles dwelling looking manic Dealing with the shade and expectations hard to manage When you coming from the lower with the demons and the xanax Niggas trying shoot you not no Canon Swear to God ain't no love in the streets I’ll take your girl make love in the sheets (chorus) How you gonna say ain't no mountains in manhattan? When I been right on top of one macking For the past 20 years past 23 years Took a couple years just to get passed the piers Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year "what he gonna do man?” Stuck up in the stew SLICKY BOY Nowadays I feel numb not feeling a thing A tense up pain struck like emotions within I’m overwhelmed freaking out all alone in the crib So why talk no one listens it’s a waste of my time I’d rather smoke and get lost while enjoying my high I be running from my problems finding somewhere to hide In the City of 9 milli it’s just you and I Me and New York it’s a bitch to get by I can’t front I gotta hustle just to make it alive Nothing's free my girl’s yelling and she’s coming at me Throwing a fit How I’m broke and I ain't worth shit This is it Stupid chick told me stop be slick But I can’t It’s true Stuck up in the stew The motherfucking cauldron The mixing pot (chorus) How you gonna say ain't no mountains in manhattan? When I been right on top of one macking For the past 20 years past 23 years Took a couple years just to get passed the piers Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year "what he gonna do man?” Stuck up in the stew Stuck up in the stew man What he gonna do damn