| Yo, I will whore somebody
|
| Or I will whore myself, one or the other
|
| You choose, what you wanna be Patrick Ewing or John Starks?
|
| Fuck you
|
| What you want from me?
|
| Tired of the fuckery
|
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again
|
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man
|
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it
|
| I’m done trying to get to the sun
|
| So I’m flying in and I am in
|
| Before I start rioting within
|
| Only violence that he did was on him
|
| So I wilding and I’m wilding
|
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in
|
| Sip straight bottles
|
| Pick licks like lotto
|
| This one, that one, sip and swallow
|
| Feel the shit in my bowels
|
| Whoa, spit straight mottos
|
| Kids live by but let me say some shit don’t follow
|
| Just sit, I’m tryna get a chip
|
| Tryna get it now, tryna get a grip
|
| But I don’t wanna bow down to no prick
|
| That extra get my secular ass some cathlic shit
|
| I could throw up on my neck
|
| And got to throw it up
|
| We throw it up, nah, nah, we throw him off the set
|
| Don’t sit around all moody, man
|
| We making movies, I’m about to direct
|
| I’m on special effects, any special requests?
|
| If you knew me you know it’s my duty to do my best
|
| Just givin' myself some neck
|
| And it’s on to the next
|
| What you want from me?
|
| Tired of the fuckery
|
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again
|
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man
|
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it
|
| I’m done trying to get to the sun
|
| So I’m flying in and I am in
|
| Before I start rioting within
|
| Only violence that he did was on him
|
| So I wilding and I’m wilding
|
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in
|
| Hate when Goldman Sachs coming for my cream
|
| Jpeg of a rolex on my screen
|
| Like I’d never wear a watch
|
| I don’t know man, maybe if it’s green
|
| Gave head to the hoes that was the queens
|
| Butt bulgin' out their jeans
|
| Those that wasn’t, yeah they knew it
|
| Wasn’t buggin, just got blunted, still rolling with the team
|
| Multiply, now we roll with Mr. Clean
|
| Some went West Coast, started growing up that green
|
| New Yorkers started pouring up the lean
|
| Lookin' like, «Yo, where you been?»
|
| I been blowing off some steam
|
| Long Gate, that’s some place I gotta be
|
| He on yay, got blow, asked if I wanna ski
|
| I’m on a EO school like your mama’s weed
|
| This is were I wanna be (twice)
|
| So free, home girl on me
|
| I swear, I swear I wanna be
|
| What you want from me?
|
| Tired of the fuckery
|
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again
|
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man
|
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it
|
| I’m done trying to get to the sun
|
| So I’m flying in and I am in
|
| Before I start rioting within
|
| Only violence that he did was on him
|
| So I wilding and I’m wilding
|
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in
|
| If you felt like I felt
|
| Nah you would melt my help
|
| Think at best I should help myself
|
| Put this shit to rest, got the greatest wealth of twelve
|
| In my city so I’m worried for my friends
|
| Ain’t tryna bury one of them
|
| You can’t tell how well I held it down
|
| Grand fury with the pen, Bill Murray of the gin
|
| Only wordy with it when needed
|
| You in a hurry to the end
|
| But the bunny didn’t win
|
| Ain’t tryna see my son just set
|
| Bust in my wify, fucking out the gin
|
| What the fuck you think this is? |
| We just being kids
|
| 23 need a bib, you should see the way I live
|
| You should see the way I (live)
|
| I don’t wanna hear it, I fear it, I’m near it
|
| Man, what do you expect? |
| I’m out here catching wreck
|
| Like three homies passed this year
|
| Are we gonna last this year?
|
| I wonder what is next
|
| Last year passed, we here, man
|
| Last year passed, we here
|
| Can’t you see I’m fucking vexed?
|
| Last year passed, we here, man
|
| Last year passed, we here
|
| Hoping for the best |