Every time I leave they say
Where he go
I be on this killer flow
To let em know
If you say shit about me
Im at your door
If you say shit about my girl
Im at your door
I want desire
I want that fire
I wanna go higher
Thats me
Reppin NYC
Rocking zanerobe, new balance
And a tee
Slave to New York
But low-key Azeri
I got an angel on my shoulder
And a devil in my heart
Yeah
People telling me im a work of art, yeah
People telling me im a work of art
The three homies that I f*ck with, F*ck with me
Keep my circle small
Thats what I like to see
Keep my circle small
Thats what I need to be, yea
Your words are dancing in my head now
Words are dancing in my head now
Yeah
Running circles in my head now
Running
Running circles in my head now