Letras
Too bad freedom, ain't free dumb niggas
Still 25th, flip a quarter when I see bum niggas
Feeling older, same age, but I see young niggas
Let's go, classic for classic, up three-one nigga
They not Kings, not warriors, city call em foreigner
Moved in last summer, to Astoria (aye homie where you from)
That transplant euphoria, be rotting in the core of ya
Let's see you sightsee at the coroner (ii I'm off that)
My fit amazing, iteration, got no imitation
At these liberation, demonstrations, y'all on Twitter raging
Every body is a temple, til the renovation
When I slip the blade in
Stop and read the sign, do not enter, these streets go one way
And most involved don't know how to fight but they know the gun play
Some say, it's worse when it's hotter stay at Ramada
Or the Marriott (I don't fucking know. I'm not gonna hold you)
These algorithm artists, always chattin, ain't gon' check shit
These pussies rap then check hits, I let my checks hit (he ain't lying)
Fuck them outsiders, I stay golden
Make my classics, I don't listen niggas, I'm Beethoven
Been evident like evidence smeared on a white bronco
Show me the light pronto, hand on the drum, bongo
Grown men gossiping, embarrassing, they skittish
Been skipping all the tea, y'all should never think I'm Bri'ish
Fake friends who took the style with a crooked smile
Just got it back, my bad it took a while
Designed reinventor, that gave em all dementia
Forgot that demon time don't mean a thing when heaven sent ya
Midas, when I write this, let newbies see what the hype is
Anybody can get it, bullets got hepatitis
At the slightest, sleeping them quicker than narcolepsy
Still be praying you pussies get heart to test me, nigga
Yo deadass word to my mother son
Like if niggas really be acting like they making moves
And I don't believe nothing these niggas be talking about
They be acting like they doing this and doing that
But I don't believe nada, not a thing not a nigga done ever said ever, not once, ever my whole life