N.Y.R.

Sippin lemonade word to v9
That nigga got me hip
36 with the clean cut
Goes beyond a zip
Laces my forces with the dickie bottoms
Damn that nigga fit
Stone cold with a dash of the proper elegance
Let the broke do the talking
What the fuck that benefit
Let my fist do the talking
Trained to go with arrogance
Nonsense that’s all I ever been on
Teachers couldn’t understand
They was quick to get me sent home
Moms quick to whoop my ass
With the extnsion
Blow extendos out the whip
At th time my license nonexistent
Police was on me
Man I should’ve listened
Tried to keep it Loki
Through all the mischief
Shout out to all the fake homies
How could I forget em'
Most them niggas locked up
Contemplating on what’s next
The world changing everyday the butterfly effect
Vampires come in different forms
Watch ya neck
This year, imma do everything I want
This year, imma let these little niggas front
This year, imma do everything I want this year
This year, imma let these little niggas front
This year, imma do everything I want
This year, imma let these little niggas front
Psychologically they could never copy me
Takes a different type of soul
To get with this Philosophy
Niggas wanna join in the end like an apostrophe
Get in where you fit in
My crew don’t fuck with mockery
So chalk it please
Living in a country
Where they’ll kill you with yo hands up
Shit been weighing heavy
On my conscience like a damn truck
Working all these hours
Plus these bills will cause a tantrum
Clock out meet my niggas
Getting closer to these bandz ah
Late nights writing music
Helps the overthinking
Shorties on the random
Hit my line like «when we linking»
Look I ain’t got the time
Money on my mind
Yes you is a dime
But at the moment we can’t correspond
There’s More to load
Trained to go I got em on ropes
Can’t block the blows
Barely last like brands on soles
Exterminate these cap niggas, quotidian goal
Truth be told
This gon' be my year and they know