[Intro]
Cough up a lung, where I'm from
Harlem son, ain't nothin' nice
Yeah, yeah
Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at
Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at
Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at, yeah, Harlem, Harlem
[Verse]
We do, run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at
I been down, like homie the clown I don't play that
Couldn't blow up my re-up this time, I had to save that
Just in case my plug want his early I had to pay that
Peanut butter seat so I can see these niggas jelly
Sour came from belly, sour came from belly, uh
Peanut butter seat so I can see these niggas jelly
Projects to the telly, nah I'm with Sincere from Belly
Sour got it smelly, I remember niggas tried to rob me for my Pelle
I remember starvin' like what the fuck they gon' tell me
No Country Grammar not Nelly, Harlem, we trap on Dellies
Pirellis we put on hoopties, the groupies is nothing new
Before rap, I could get it back
I just want that new Porsche in blue, bandana month or two
No more Philippe Chows, went back to eating lunchables
You gotta pill 'em just to feel 'em, you Dr. Huxtable
Catch me at the Diamond district, sour got the driver trippin'
Took a trip to Yonkers niggas robbed 'em, seen some powder missin'
Damn, shit like that just leave the flower sinnin'
Funeral arrangements all type of paper your mom was spendin'
La Course golf wear, if it's breezy through Prada linen
I'm not pretendin, these new niggas is not convincin'
I load up my hammer then light my L up
My type of niggas fill the jails up, just close my cell up
Jack Mack for dinner I'mma rather eat Phillippe's
Rosay bladder when I pee, I hear the chatter on these streets
Like, "Dave ain't really that nice, Dave ain't from the East side, but Dave done been in shootouts, Dave done been to jail like 3 times
Dave broke phiff pounds, down to the grizzound"
My cousin broke them bricks down, they say I look like Chris Brown
I ain't never been the type to sing, and I hardly dance
Posted in a gully stance, Ds be in the dark sedans
Tss, uh Ds be in the dark sedans, but I told 'em, I told 'em, uh
All my life I knew I'd be the main attraction
Some niggas' lane is fashion, I be in the Range relaxin'
Last summer poppin' Xannies like I'm takin' Aspirin
This summer, hottest in New York if you was askin'
Smokin' packin' for Austin trip, tryin' to move some blow I'm like
Joe-Joe on that Boston shit, I'm loathsome like an orphanage
But still I got 100 baggies in the digit scale
My pops tellin' me stories 'bout Rich and Fritz
The sun'll sam this gun'll jam you get pistol whipped
My cousin playin' cards with the lifers
Come to Harlem I can show you a movie don't get excited
Reminiscin' 'bout [?] sippin' gray and crew
I been talkin' that shit even ya' man knew
No more Backwoods, roll that fronto with bamboo
Bustin' checks, Bloomies and Saks I ran through
FD yard north, exit on 96
Block endided, they raided and found 90 bricks
Two-fifth, shoppin' at the mall back in '96
Puff and Biggie had the city thinkin' we can shine again
Niggas.. we can shine again man, Harlem
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