Lyrics

Whole lot of young fly ****, on the song ****, I'm getting jiggy, they be copying my sound ****, we from Harlem and we getting litty
Whole lot of young fly ****, try to ride the wave yeah, but they gon' end up drowning in it I be feeling like these **** wanna get me
Every time I'm in the towns ****, I'm really feeling like king of my city
Okay, it's a reason I feel like the man, I feel like the last **** fronted got, put on his back why they do it, I don't understand
Been through this shit from the bottom
The fuck I look like tryna give out my hand
Feel like the king of my city, they don't show no love so I know where they stand
They like cap you cannot break the rules
Must not know who I am **** move
Bitch who are you, why'd you think that I'm booboo the fool, gotta go lock myself in the booth
All of my feelings don't know what to do, so much to lose, only way I'ma blow is if I go take it to the moon
I get to walking then I hit my lean, she keep asking me why I don't post her, and I know she don't know what it mean
Turn around let me give you some more love, baby girl can we keep it a bean
All of them **** you with they not me, I know they hatin, cannot fold
They be watching so I gotta show them, show them that I got the key
I know like most of the time I move humble but I gotta show them just how I could be
And it's a difference between competition and **** who never could really compete
I pop my collar like bitch I'm a G
Ima keep stepping ain't really no getting between
**** will always find a way to hate
Cool off these bitches I know they be fans
On my body but you got a man, right on the block leave her right where she is
Breadwinner yeah that be the brand, I bet this 40 a go' make em dance
She don't know what go on in my head, I miss my granny you won't understand
Okay cause she don't really know how I'm feeling, I get to tripping
Yes it be mutual respect but I've been trying to keep up my distance
You say you healing, oh if you say so yeah you healing, I know that you thinking I'm chilling
I'm only fucking with you if you with me, this be the shit that make me feel like I'm really killing yo vibe
Hours and hours of time, yes I'ma spend it if you really need me I'll show it up
I ain't tripping bout no hoes I'ma throw em out, it's only you that go crazy and blow it up
Out proportion , for your love I feel like I gotta through extortion
I ain't tripping I'll buy you some more shit, that's what you do when you make **** force it
On the song **** I'm getting jiggy
They be copying my sound ****
We from Harlem and we getting litty
Whole lot of young fly ****
Try to ride the wave yeah, but they gon' end up drowning in it, I be feeling like these **** wanna get me
Every time I'm in the towns ****, I'm really feeling like king of my city
I get to walking then I hit my lean, she keep asking me why I don't post her, and I know she don't know what it mean
Turn around let me give you some more love, baby girl can we keep it a bean
All of them **** you with they not me, I know they hatin, cannot fold
They be watching so I gotta show them
Written by: Cheikh N, Maurice S, Steven Minor
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