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y.s.a - 701 lyrics

[1st verse – y.s.a]
who the f*ck is this on my building steps
i don’t know you, you dnt look familiar, what u rep
ni**a u bang, what u claim? who the king of yo set
you got a weapon my ni**a, what u holdin a tech
oh you scared?
all this drama just ta see his lady that said ignore them ni**as and come upstairs
yeah right, not only does he fear christ
its them fenimore ni**as that got him scares for dear life…
blood building, they flip ni**as
show no love, but mad cool wit them albany crip ni**as
f*ck around and get disfigured, they sip liquor, serving fiends on the strip
ni**a stick to the script
like writing in cursive, f*ck flirting
wit all these thug ni**as, that pu**y better be worth it
this sh*t look nervous, before we flirt and we sex
come and get me before they merk me on these burgundy steps

[chorus – y.s.a]
be aware of them crooked ni**as that block hug
random moments where them dt’s a pop up
stick around i gotta story ta brag
when u in fenimore between troy and albany ave
701
[naj is dope]
living around them wild ni**as and wicked thots
unhealthy meals from the chinese and chicken spots
similar story outta jay-z past, but this is fenimore between troy and albany ave
701

[2nd verse – y.s.a]
lickin up shots when the ball drops
up on the roof, its just a couple troops, ni**a u bullet proof
u wouldn’t think it if its pointed at cha body
this the building where the dice games is played up in the lobby
shoutout ta molly rob, and ni**as that hustle hard
brooklyn boiled in they heart’s blastin jigga from they cars
[naj is dope] in the yard, found a couple nicki’s ready to get minajed
they got tree, i got the wheels ready to park in they garage
and them, go getters that roll wit us got gold diggers
tryna tell ni**as whats best, figured i showed ni**as
as they control ni**as that don’t know how to hold figures
stick to the script. these hoes all need a save ya soul scripture
i’m watching hollywood depict how hard the cold hit ya
bullsh*t, get you the full clip
you get the whole picture??
let us draw it out, young chicks be whoring out
with a couple homies thats lonely ready to war it out

[chorus]

[post chorus – y.s.a]
where u from, where u from…
walking round on this block, better keep a lid on yo tongue
these lil homies losing they innocence while they young
if you don’t know nobody here i think its best you never come

- y s a lyrics

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