Williamsburg

<Intro>

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

Hold up...

<Verse 1>

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

I'm In New York like I’m Peter Parker

Wrote a 16 then I tossed it

If I wanted bull****

I’d just read Gawker (Facts *****)

Young Rick murder

I just shoot walkers

I’m a slave to this rap **** I can’t quit (No)

Fresh Sig with the grip

A yuppie pop ****

Call the gun Britney Jean

When the spears come out

I hit you and JT

You yuppies ain’t real

Let you live for a fee

We taking Brooklyn back

You can leave the coffee

And you ****s dying to

Word to Charles Barkley (Word)

My head dreaded up like my name Marley

Naw we don’t do that

Simple rhyming ass *****s

Get they wig pushed back

Get your mic snatched

Nicotine patched

Call my white boys up

Get your life hacked

Heard your Stock dropped

***** this the blow back

Put the Hawkeyes on him

Heard he like M*A*S*H

You gon’ rust in peace

Heard you like thrash

Put a price on your head

That’s a light bag

45 on me like mike back

Whoa

<Chorus>

Hey! Alright!

Baby I’m just heating up

I just wonder is it for you

Feeling stuck

You know how to keep me up

Icy love

Icy like a hockey puck

Baby I’m just heating up..

You know how to keep me up

<Sample>

Deep off in the main..

Hidden hills

<Verse 2>

I walk in the booth like I own it

I know that I belong there

These days ain’t the same

All ain’t built like that

These **** *****s ain’t

Like that

Y’all *****s yall built like rats ahhh

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