[Intro]

Uhhh

Writer...Harlem..

Fuck with me...Thunder..

Uhh..

[Verse 1]

Since I was a youngin I would get it in abundance

Order in the lobby till they hit me with the Simons

Wrip it for the gunnin and I'm stick up sower heartin

I ain't tryin to hear nothing, they gonna give a nigga something

Right around the time everybody had an office

I ain't had an office, so I call the court case

Motherfuck the court day, looking to the ball face

You gonn see real, damn punch your cornflakes

Talk kay, ya'll lay

Getting to the G's, I was slingin' so much D

That they kick us out to P's

Real shit nigga I'm a different kind of breed

Still sick, listen it's a lyrical disease, please

Hey I used to keep em high to the point they see the sky

That's before they sentenced me, seat me at the DFY *light work*

Had my green, know I let them heaters rise

I don't wanna have to turn the crime scene to CSI

Writer..

[Bridge]

Uhh...

It's too easy for a nigga like me man

Niggas couldn't walk in my shoes a day in their life

Talk my shit cause these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin' anyway..

Harlem

Light up

[Verse 2]

I remember beautifully, cutting wasn't new to me

Had it to a hookie party, ducky from the true sea

True-fully I ain't give a damn, damn of all the [?] me

I'm going hand in hand like they grantin me immunity

True indeed, musically I brutally abuse the beat

You can see and due to G, I'm who you never used to be *never*

Get in touch with crack

And tell your mother that I used to kill niggas way before they ever was a smack

Ask jay mills T Racks Charlie clips

Wanna hit as hard as this, you gonn need a larger fist

I'm a harlem goat, plus I'm far from broke

All your lines washed up you should just call em bars of soap *haha*

All they know I'm dope with mine

I'll make your hoe rewind

And put so much damn work in

You think they're paying over time

It's over climb they no sick it's the spit up

Better do your history or you'll be history nigga

Writer..