Harlem

(álbum: The Kitchen - 2016)

[Intro:]
Keep asking me where the fuck I've been
Fuck is you the feds?
I'm around nigga, I'm a project nigga, made millions
Still riding around foreign cars smoking gas
Niggas acting like Cristal went out of style nigga
Money in it, go

[Verse 1 Jim Jones:]
Same kid from the projects, 5H
Just flew by in the i8
Still do it for them niggas that buy weight
Used to get bricks off my face
And it feels like yesterday
We was in grandma's kitchen chefin yay
The fiends went crazy when they got a taste
I flip a 62 then I copped an eighth
Is the bricks is the question
If the bricks is good I can stretch em
But the game a lil different right now
Cause the young niggas running round juug and finessing
Shit, like good is a blessing
Four bad bitches that's good in my section
Shit I got one night in town
Fore the sun comes up I be on to the next one

[Chorus Jim Jones & A$AP Ferg:]
I fucked your bitch in some Jordan flip flops
45k make the Aude tic-tock
Cutting up bricks, putting raw in ziplocks
You in the game? Gotta score the big shots
I fucked your bitch in Adidas flip flops
45k yeah to heat up your block
Up in your chick, Netflix on the couch
Controlling my hand with my dick in her mouth

[Verse 2 A$AP Ferg:]
And I'm Harlem bout to do this everyday, aye
Fucking on your bitches and you know I'm finna hate, aye
I don't need a shovel, put that pussy in a grave, aye
I'm on another level, you can see it in my face, aye
He be cuffing bitches like the case, aye
Oh, this nigga a disgrace, aye
Need a new diamond brace
Send his ass to preacher Ma$e, aye
Oh Lord I'm finna fuck a bando
Swagging so hard, fucked a grandma
Call my man up
Head in a Harlem coat camo
Fuck around and pull a pink ranger
I am so mystical danger
Fuck round and pistol will bang ya
Got more kick than Power Ranger

[Chorus]