[Intro]
Yeah
Haw, man
Yeah, aight

[Verse]
Yeah, shawty, I ain’t no freestyler but I'll kick one
I been in the booth, though, just tryna put some hits up
If your watch fly, hold your wrist up, okay
Bitches hatin’ on you ‘cause you did somethin’
Okay, but we prayin’ for them still, uh
I just been up in my bag waitin’ for a mil’, uh
This record is yours truly
Tell me how you feel tonight
I'm just tryna vibe
I been workin’ too much overtime
Know you know the deal, uh
Pour me a Hpnotiq, please
I'm New York for real, uh
Twenty ETA, baby
I'm stuck at the wheel but, you know
All this hatin’ from jits who don’t love themselves
Babe I'll fuck you better than you could fuck yourself, you know
Shawty, promise I ain’t no freestyler but I'll kick one
Hoes’ll find their ”Mr. Right” and still be tryna fix him
N***as I knew would talk on their goals and never hit one
Had to move from that
They wasn’t with the shits, uh
Don’t be askin’ me where did I go
I been right here, babe
Know my lens is jaded but yours ain’t no clearer, babe
All these people who wylin’ just do that out of fear, babe
Meet me the city with some liquor at the pier, babe
I just want more Hennessy and less jealousy
More chemistry and less enemies, uh
Plenty n***as who swear they alive dead to me, uh
Plenty bitches who swore they would ride deaded me, uh
Not too many people money doesn’t talk better than
That’s why I just get right to the bands and I don’t speak, uh
Come fuck with me and fuck all your plans for the week
Just tell your fam and your boss you got caught up with the team
Tell me why all these n***as and these hoes
Coppin’ grills for their tops and their bottoms
Just to go lie through their teeth
But whenever this drop, you could hit me
Tell me how you feel about it
Say it with me
Freestyle From the City babe, uh
[Outro]
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