Yeah
New heat for the street
That Benjamin Grant New York City shit
Nah mean spit that shit baby
Let's go
I get money on a daily basis
From a town where the cops are racist
I hand to hand for a brand new bracelet
Fake embraces from smiling faces
Thank god I done gave my graces
For the times that I beat them cases
First place when I run my races
I work hard and I keep my aces
Here to there I done been them places
Had to man up and tie my laces
Remember back then walking in paces
Now the big body benz taking up two spaces
A home run once I filled them bases
I smoke pounds liquor come by the cases
I'm all in her mouth just like braces
She sucking slow and fast she be switching paces
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I stay serene till you f*cking with my cream
Blacked out head to toe little red beam
Ain't into lean staying focused on my dream
One man army I don't need to have a team
I got a scheme that a put me on the scene
Prime time fox five catch me on the screen
My cocaine off white or its cream
Cook it up break it down serve all the feens
I keep a lex or a benz when I lean
Photogenic swag in some shit you never seen
Wit a bad bitch blowing off steam
Body full of curves ass busting out the jeans
My forty cal clip hold seventeen
I got five clips shit I'm known to act mean
With my skills could've been a Marine
Instead I'm in the hood flipping work counting green
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I'm on the curb
Bumping that Ferg
Trunk full of dimes tryna move a whole bird
That's my word
My strip is absurd
Smelling like a turd from the first to the third
F*ck what you heard
Feens getting served
Everybody love me from the shooters to the nerds
I disturb competition with my herb
Twenty inch rims on a benz when I swerve
I get guns overseas from the Serb's
Make a hater disappear
Like Young Berg
Bacon soda and my cocaine merge
I'm one man
Who can move the whole herd
I see drugs that I like and I splurge
Only f*ck bad bitches
With curves
Make a mil lay low and preserve
Started out good now they say I'm superb
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
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Yeah
New heat for the street
That Benjamin Grant New York City shit
Nah mean spit that shit baby
Let's go
I get money on a daily basis
From a town where the cops are racist
I hand to hand for a brand new bracelet
Fake embraces from smiling faces
Thank god I done gave my graces
For the times that I beat them cases
First place when I run my races
I work hard and I keep my aces
Here to there I done been them places
Had to man up and tie my laces
Remember back then walking in paces
Now the big body benz taking up two spaces
A home run once I filled them bases
I smoke pounds liquor come by the cases
I'm all in her mouth just like braces
She sucking slow and fast she be switching paces
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I stay serene till you f*cking with my cream
Blacked out head to toe little red beam
Ain't into lean staying focused on my dream
One man army I don't need to have a team
I got a scheme that a put me on the scene
Prime time fox five catch me on the screen
My cocaine off white or its cream
Cook it up break it down serve all the feens
I keep a lex or a benz when I lean
Photogenic swag in some shit you never seen
Wit a bad bitch blowing off steam
Body full of curves ass busting out the jeans
My forty cal clip hold seventeen
I got five clips shit I'm known to act mean
With my skills could've been a Marine
Instead I'm in the hood flipping work counting green
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I'm on the curb
Bumping that Ferg
Trunk full of dimes tryna move a whole bird
That's my word
My strip is absurd
Smelling like a turd from the first to the third
F*ck what you heard
Feens getting served
Everybody love me from the shooters to the nerds
I disturb competition with my herb
Twenty inch rims on a benz when I swerve
I get guns overseas from the Serb's
Make a hater disappear
Like Young Berg
Bacon soda and my cocaine merge
I'm one man
Who can move the whole herd
I see drugs that I like and I splurge
Only f*ck bad bitches
With curves
Make a mil lay low and preserve
Started out good now they say I'm superb
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
New heat for the street
That Benjamin Grant New York City shit
Nah mean spit that shit baby
Let's go
I get money on a daily basis
From a town where the cops are racist
I hand to hand for a brand new bracelet
Fake embraces from smiling faces
Thank god I done gave my graces
For the times that I beat them cases
First place when I run my races
I work hard and I keep my aces
Here to there I done been them places
Had to man up and tie my laces
Remember back then walking in paces
Now the big body benz taking up two spaces
A home run once I filled them bases
I smoke pounds liquor come by the cases
I'm all in her mouth just like braces
She sucking slow and fast she be switching paces
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I stay serene till you f*cking with my cream
Blacked out head to toe little red beam
Ain't into lean staying focused on my dream
One man army I don't need to have a team
I got a scheme that a put me on the scene
Prime time fox five catch me on the screen
My cocaine off white or its cream
Cook it up break it down serve all the feens
I keep a lex or a benz when I lean
Photogenic swag in some shit you never seen
Wit a bad bitch blowing off steam
Body full of curves ass busting out the jeans
My forty cal clip hold seventeen
I got five clips shit I'm known to act mean
With my skills could've been a Marine
Instead I'm in the hood flipping work counting green
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
I'm on the curb
Bumping that Ferg
Trunk full of dimes tryna move a whole bird
That's my word
My strip is absurd
Smelling like a turd from the first to the third
F*ck what you heard
Feens getting served
Everybody love me from the shooters to the nerds
I disturb competition with my herb
Twenty inch rims on a benz when I swerve
I get guns overseas from the Serb's
Make a hater disappear
Like Young Berg
Bacon soda and my cocaine merge
I'm one man
Who can move the whole herd
I see drugs that I like and I splurge
Only f*ck bad bitches
With curves
Make a mil lay low and preserve
Started out good now they say I'm superb
I be up to no good
In your neck of the woods
Where all the girls are pretty
Catch me up in the hood
Selling all that I could
In New York City
Writer: Gregory Cambry
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