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skibs – hong kong to brooklyn, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
“they thought he had a bad voice, an ugly voice. they thought that he was full of jerky [?], um, and that he was an incomprehensible, shuffling, inarticulate kid. they were wrong, um, but that was the majority view to begin with—”

[verse 1]
look, the more i ball, the more these suckers see these flaws
it’s been a habit now, know you won’t pick up my calls
just because i am unique and not like other guys
slidin’ in that ferrari while they be slidin’ right
whole generation feeling numb and blaming trump
yellow b+tch pull up at eight, by nine i bеat it up
east meets west, n0body free as us
east meets west, n0body seein’ us
living wealthy, thеy say, “don’t forget to pay your tax”
i gave you game, honey, don’t forget to throw it back
these days, only women that i seem to mess with
too competitive, i’m way too obsessed with aesthetic
anxious and impatient with these dreams i’m chasin’
be like i was drafted and don’t know yet where i be stationed
[?] that [?] with the army, they don’t let you choose
but if they do, please choose wherever is safest
’cause we gon’ need you out there when we on vacation
wakin’ up to all of them beautiful asians
devoid of petty wars, forgot i had a voice
uh, brothers movin’ forward, that should bring me joy
before i say this, know i’d never take my life
but can’t say i’m not relaxed, know when i have the choice
livin’ with scars but the city is ours
prettiest don, wishes they don’t know what he was capable of, yeah
[interlude]
“in the years that followed, instead of, sort of, polishing up the roughness and honing down those things that people found a bit off+putting in his [?], he actually goes deeper into it, and it’s even though he went deeper into it and he wins the bigger audience—”

[verse 2]
the red face on the roll, he make him think it’s blood
i want the money and i want the love
they betray me, i don’t give a f+ck
understated, really i’ve been a plug
i’m caucasian and i got a lot
yeah, i said i got a lot
only white, rockin’ jewelry, walkin’ through the bronx
so i+, so ironic she never seen the boss
i got two b+tches, black and white, and both be gettin’ tossed
look, broke b+tch, get away from me
ayy, we the sh+t so we stain money
i walk the city like i’m sellin’ blow
she started swimming when she saw the boat
got me on the lookout for the baddest b+tch
i got the keys to the whip, she started backin’ in
p+ssy whip, gwan, p+ssy wet
baby throw it back and make that p+ssy wet
i been on a mission, y’all been on some other sh+t
prostitutes up on the ‘gram, i seen you suckin’ d+ck
i am wealthy so now let’s f+ck ’em up
i read your statements that came back and they was nothing large
i’m the one in charge, ask anybody ‘cept the feds
blue ferrari, [?] harley but i’m in a benz
outnumbered by these crackers, i gotta check
red dots on my body like i’m robert f
[outro]
young don

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