jared bank$ – back to ny lyrics
[verse 1: jared bank$]
its been a minute, since i had a beat so timid
but my chest so heavy it implode in a minute
gotta keep straight make sure none of you are harming me
thug to the bone- with a little bit of a harmony
you shoot i shoot back, arms in the armory
grenades, aks, i got them all
when it comes to the bars you dont really want war
when it comes to your songs they dont really want more
thought i was the greatest, was put down on the wait list
then they p-e-e-p the ep
now i flow like im weightless, and your girl would rate this
any mc get served like some waiters
show on the low get your tickets for the latest
now these haters wanna come like m-st-rbaters
still spitting fire yet they wanna debate this
then you make a rack and they asking to play this
at the party, cop the maserati
at this point, my verbs are a shotty
and now my nouns can pull in the thotties
i could drop verses that catch a whole body
couple years and i sum up to a harley
tarneit looking like a rap army
so when i done blown it look kamikaze
i might have my licence after i get the car key
dont bother, i got the fiends for the dope
and the means just to slang if it mean a gold ring
or a gold chain, or a gold whip
so consumed by the gold i might get a gold b-tch
ya dig, i mean that, like jesus get back
might bug to ny to keep my thigh strapped
so tell me what an angel does
theres kid that ain’t aged enough getting high off angel dust
and theres kids slaving who not getting paid enough
just stock up the stores in los angeles
they call it high fashion, i call it a modern scam
you got china making stickers that say made in j-pan
d-mn, man who would ever knew
in the belly of the beast for the sneakers that are new
i love kayne, but struggle for the yeezy
grew up around kids who could get them easy
my homie hustled all day in front the corner store
finally got his pair then they jumped him at the mall
huh, all that hustling for nothing then?
i never sought a pair because of him, im struggling
to believe, what we do for that cheese
like infertile partners its hard to conceive
money making me feel so evil
can barely bring myself inside a cathedral
my soul feeling like an expiration date
go to church just to hustle the collection plate
the priest caught me one time, he asking me why
he told me god can see all and see you when you die
d-mn, it take the realest to feel this
h-lla bands or heaven thats what the deal is
and watch how that hamster wheel turn
put a dollar up front, keep running never learn
put some jordans top shelve, keep spending never earn
i keep spitting fire but my tongue never burn
i keep making moves but its never my turn
so i keep chasing green like im running at fern
i’m the speaker in the speaker who make you sound weaker
im tryna make bread, homie you got the wheat bruh?
i get the burger, business of murder
like where crows hangs, bound to blow like propane
ghetto boys unemployed with a day job
tryna fill the void, paranoid, paid off
caught with the ‘cain now he got laid off
but he still slang weight; so he rock suede socks
and designer, gucci for propaganda
and designer, giving girls a proper gander
and designer, i ain’t talking bout panda
and designer, he got broads in atlanta
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