Fame

Fame - NY State Of Mind Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Brooklyn nigga with a godsome persona

I make my newest bitches buy me all the late designers

You say your man’s ill, bring him to this fucking rama

And watch me cook him in your face like I was benny hana

I see them niggas talking shit but we don’t fucking hear it

They say my combo add impression, I don’t fuckin feel it

I see they tendencies sick, I cook a remedies

And leave em permly hill, lebron and that pent sale

I be lookin round my city, ain’t none of these niggas real

Couple niggas that’s wavy, a couple niggas that’s treal

I dig, I just saw above the sky is the limit

How big, rollin niggas close to text

Like they name was talib

Tell em any up, don’t make me up, but nigga homie

Shout to mop, just tryina keep that brooklyn going

They knowing rarri flowing, he gonn catch a homi

On the think you seen the future, boy you lie

You’s a mime, shut your ass up

This game need change well put your catch up

Fronting on your asses, I proceed to fuck a back up

Fuck a jack up, get faded and fuck her tracks up

Apple of the eye, you might want to step your mack up

Time to wake these niggas who been sleeping in my city

You won’t survive a weekend in my city

Couple willies toltin semis, getting bennies, sippin henny

Ready for tha bang, bang

Really I don’t think you hear me,

Shit get crazy, round this time of day

I rather ship that happens round the way

Smoke a pound a day, just to keep me going

Fucking great, fucking a, never selfish, I give a fuck away

Once a liquor in me ain’t no feel so what the fuck I say

I might diss a nigga, wesson smith a nigga

So you think you got some shit for niggas

Running on some different niggas

Never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

And shit get deep,

You’ll drown if you ain’t holding your breath

Just beeing real, I hope to see them lame niggas less now boy for real

Just keep them niggas away from my set

It’s fame nigga, rappers say my name nigga

Say it’s way too vain nigga

Sorry I ain’t no plane nigga

Dang nigga, you just started

And you ain’t never hit in your problem anywhere

So keep a ny state of mind.

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