Seedy Motherfucker

(albüm: Lil Me - 2015)

I'm from New York when Wu-Tang was rising
Ain't from New York in the 80's when crackheads was wilding
When it had the needle in it or when Malcolm was dying
I'm from New York when cops watch falcons is spyin
Maybe that's how come I'm eyeing
Ayy motherfucker, that's passin on buying
A cap with a sports jacket, they lying
It's paranoia, what the fuck is paranoia
London got them cameras on ya
New York got their hands all on ya
Atlanta got hammers on 'em
New York too they rather body slam ya
Knee on neck and hands on shoulders
New York winters can't get colder
Til I hit that Midwest
Shit's next, can of Cobra in my hand
Colder than sandals in the snow
I've been traveling, who told ya
Got my banner with a coqui and a clover
Hold me closer shorty told me when I left back in October

Life is what hype is, it don't mean much
You could say that you seen stuff, it don't mean much
I took a mean punch here and there, it don't mean much
Now I need substance for it to seem it means much

I need the subs up in this whip just like I need blunts
I need a pub my love, I need to dream up
A whole lot of shit, I rep yup I dreamt up
Seems only in my sleep's where it kept up
So I sleep all fucking day once I get up
Stick out my neck, grab my hair, pull my head up
Today I'ma drown in spit from the neck up
Crept up, waited, couldn't wait now I'm next up
Out in London, I'm next to Skepta
Just a God though, back home, I'm next to Londo

Life is what hype is, it don't mean much
You could say that you seen stuff, it don't mean much
I took a mean punch here and there, it don't mean much
But now I need substance for it to seem to mean as much

Wanna sit on a curb now, don't wanna worry bout
What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web
Half of it's bullshit, half of it's from the herbs's head
Living with critics, they butcher lyrics
The words I said
But I'm living with it
Damn, in school I be learning less
I be learning less, I be learning less

Ain't it funny when I'm home I feel most alone
But when I'm a nomad on the road, I feel
No man loves the city more, you know that's known
But I feel this, ode to the heat, ode to the cold
Ain't talking bout the team, oh no, no, no
It's more bout human shit
Can't be satisfied, had to start proving shit
Before I could advertise that I was actually high
Or while I was doing it, I'm new to it
The passion, I'm losing it, that's new to me
On tour they booing me, they say "Who is this?"
Man I've been traveling the world in this damn van
Back home they hype, daps
Indictment of Van damme

Life is what hype is, it don't mean much
You could say that you seen stuff, it don't mean much
I took a mean punch here and there, it don't mean much
But now I need substance for it to seem to mean as much

Wanna sit on a curb now, don't wanna worry bout
What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web
Half of it's bullshit, half of it's from the herbs's head
Living with critics, they butcher lyrics
The words I said
But I'm living with it
Damn, in school I be learning less
I be learning less, I be learning less