I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Shawty was pinkberry sweet and i ain't lactose
Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Oh, not again! another critic writing report
That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,
Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.
And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch
Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks
Yeah, it's all natural baby
New hoes wanna hug me!
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