Seedy Motherfucker

[Verse 1]

I’m from New York when Wu-Tang was rising

Ain’t from New York in the 80’s when crackheads was wildin'

When it had the needle in it or when Malcolm was dyin'

I’m from New York when cops watch falcons is spyin

Maybe that’s how come I’m eyein'

Ayy motherfucker, that’s passin on buyin'

A cap with a sports jacket, they lying

It’s paranoia, what the fuck is paranoia

London got them cameras on ya

New York got their hands all on ya

Atlanta got hammers on ‘em

New York too they rather body slam ya

Knee on neck and hands on shoulders

New York winters can’t get colder

Til I hit that Midwest

Shit’s next, can of Cobra in my hand

Colder than sandals in the snow

I’ve been traveling, who told ya

Got my banner with a coqui and a clover

Hold me closer shorty told me when I left back in October

[Chorus]

Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much

You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much

I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much

Now I need substance for it to seem it means much

[Verse 2]

I need the subs up in this whip just like I need blunts

I need a pub my love, I need to dream up

A whole lot of shit, I rep yup I dreamt up

Seems only in my sleep’s where it kept up

So I sleep all fuckin' day once I get up

Stick out my neck, grab my hair, pull my head up

Today I'ma drown in spit from the neck up

Crept up, waited, couldn’t wait now I’m next up

Out in London, I’m next to Skepta

Just a God though, back home, I’m next to Londo

[Chorus]

Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much

You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much

I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much

But now I need substance for it to seem to mean as much

[Post-Chorus]

Wanna sit on a curb now, don’t wanna worry bout

What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web

Half of it’s bullshit, half of it’s from the herbs’s head

Livin' with critics, they butcher lyrics

The words I said

But I’m livin' with it

Damn, in school I be learning less

I be learning less, I be learning less

[Verse 3]

Ain’t it funny when I’m home I feel most alone

But when I’m a nomad on the road, I feel

No man loves the city more, you know that’s known

But I feel this, ode to the heat, ode to the cold

Ain’t talking bout the team, oh no, no, no

It’s more bout human shit

Can’t be satisfied, had to start proving shit

Before I could advertise that I was actually high

Or while I was doing it, I’m new to it

The passion, I’m losing it, that’s new to me

On tour they booing me, they say “Who is this?”

Man I’ve been traveling the world in this damn van

Back home they hype, daps

Indictment of Van damme

[Chorus]

Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much

You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much

I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much

But now I need substance for it to seem to mean as much

[Post-Chorus]

Wanna sit on a curb now, don’t wanna worry bout

What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web

Half of it’s bullshit, half of it’s from the herbs’s head

Livin' with critics, they butcher lyrics

The words I said

But I’m livin' with it

Damn, in school I be learning less

I be learning less, I be learning less