Harlem Roses feat. Kid Art
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Uh, Man, my vision’s all blurry They could use words whatever they won’t hurt me I rise above high skies, we now high times While I reminisce about times I can’t find My god, embedded by much far Deliveredly sparred with dues, Vinny like why bother The big frame Lanvin lense they block hate rays From the niggas that hate on Chase in the worst way Can’t beat em, join em Next time you wanna see Chase, hit cartier I only do appointments Other rappers don’t compare me to that Compare me to art pieces and the moment I'm at And these checks is what they paying me and they paint you a picture the luxury rap Man will stop pain with prescriptions you heard? I toss spread and turn butter, Balmain denim and the 500 Benz is all leather All cheddar with Vinny be all about Do it for all my niggas who be fly and my bitches who balling out Don’t hate me, hate the good that I do If you could, you’d probably leave work, come join the crew You should, fucking down you good Fall back, you wasn’t shooting with the nigga in the gym Where was you at the beginning wanna ride with a nigga But they don’t wanna die with a nigga in the end, vinnie chase, yeah Lennox Ave ...duffle bags of y’all louis Cheers club, see the swag in the court viewers My team built a city to roll through it I walk around harlem, they calling me george lucas I’m into import and export and pull up in jordans You smell the burn flames, kobain how I shoot myself I got a few film awards under this gucci belt I need a mill or more, gotta kill em all Gotta get skrilla more, listen to killa more Roll around in 4 doors, wavy like billabong Claiming I’m feeling you all, Promise I’ll pick up my phone, honest Ah, man, my visions so pricey Director of the year, I know these shooters don’t like me There’s shooters out in harlem, but they ain’t nothing like me For the green, they squeezing lemon heads for the ice tea My sprite tinted, ice in it, right feeling Cause I poured a little donatello in it Rose gold, red does it, yellow in it Me and money we’re aquainted, I nevere befend it Giggle when I broke, laugh hard when I’m rich Pass bars like a scholar, with dollars and cop cars Boy nobody know how I give it, on my style I switch it up, from head to toe In Givenchy, blind chicks and marijuana I swear to god you ain’t fly You don’t want no problem My niggas go hard prolly we whippin harlem And anything fly chase will get it...and when I die Fuck it, my words will live forever! Thanks to MARVL for correcting these lyrics
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