text: Selling art to these yuppies, gettin mixed offers
  Hold up...
  Selling art to these yuppies, gettin mixed offers
  Im in New York like I’m Peter Parker
  Wrote a 16 then I tossed it
  If I wanted bullshit, I’d just read Gawker 
  Young Rick murder, I just shoot walkers
  I’m a slave to this rap shit, I can’t quit 
  Fresh Sig with the grip 
  A ye pop shit, call the gun Britney Jean
  When the spears come out, I hit you and JT
  You yuppies ain’t real, let you live for a fee
  We taking Brooklyn back, you can leave the coffee
  And you coons dying too, word to Charles Barkley 
  My head dreaded up like my name Marley
  Nah, we don’t do-, shh
  Simple rhyming ass niggas get they wig pushed back 
  Get your mic snatched, nicotine patched
  Call my white bs up, get your life hacked
  Heard your stock dropped, nigga, this the blow back
  Put the Hawkeyes on him, heard he like MASH 
  You gon’ rust in peace, heard you like thrash
  Put a price on your head, that’s a light bag
  .45 on me like Mike back, whoa
  Flame, alright
  Baby, I’m just heating up 
  Not a need-, a need it is a must 
  Feeling stuck, you know how to keep me up 
  Icy love, icy like a hockey puck 
  Baby , I’m just heating up 
  Need your-need your love 
  Not a need it is a must 
  You know how to keep me up 
  Icy-
  I walk in the booth like I own it 
  I know that I belong there 
  Mm 
  These days ain’t the same 
  All ain’t bt like that 
  These fuck niggas ain’t trill like that
  Y’all niggas, y’all built like rats, oh