Vinny Cha$e - Harlem Roses feat. Kid Art lyrics

rate me

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