Creative Gold - F*** Boy lyrics

[Verse 1: Creative Gold] Okay now Brownsville's my residence, stash box full of medicine On a different level who the f** are ya'll, end your whole career with a couple bars Brooklyn n***a got Harlem with me, none of these n***as want problems with me Henny in the system looking for some income, b**h in the backseat a n***a met last week Damn, who really want war with me, got some real n***as on tour with me Getting crew love while we overseas, on my high horse smoking polo trees Mixtape ain't take a break, poppin now get all kind of hate Tell me really what it is, hit a n***a head for the bread, 1-0-9-0 you know what I said Yo Rich what up, let's f** sh** up Do these b**hes like Remy did Lady Luck They ain't wanna see a n***a eat Now I'm the hottest thing playing in the streets Yeah I'm a real n***a, hi hater I'm heartless I swear I need a pacemaker Don't bake pies, pay the baker This my city, I need a spread in Fader [Hook: Creative Gold] Real n***as all black, black cars, black straps All you n***as that's hating we don't see you n***as on our map What up though, what's new bro, I see you n***as missing Cause I don't like no f** boys riding with my clique kid f** that, f** boy (x6) Cause I don't like no f** boys riding with my clique kid [Verse 2: Creative Gold] Them boys see me round town, they try to talk but I don't hear nothing From Brownsville to Bed-Stuy, got real goons I ain't near frontin East coast we on the rise, taking it back from these other guys I'm A.I. but they feed lies, we ball hard like we 6'9 Globetrotters, Monstars, we do it big we do it large In my hood you get robbed, two black eyes a knife scar n***as in the four, Ludacris throwing them bows All at my shows, strong like Gasol in the post Marc when the gun go Pau, one shot make your big brother lay out f** you and your mother's couch, yeah I'm so disrespectful shouts to the rebel Aim for the top and we never settle, you popcorn n***as so sweet like kettle Come through and f** sh** up like Neville These fiends in the street bam bam for pebbles Werewolf life, Jacob the bezzel Shine on a hoe got her feeling special Rockstar with some ill raps, want a verse from me you need ill racks This here for play so play along, tell your homegirl this your favorite song No red bull but I stay fly, get drunk, stay high BK, NY, this my city you see why [Hook: Creative Gold] Real n***as all black, black cars, black straps All you n***as that's hating we don't see you n***as on our map What up though, what's new bro, I see you n***as missing Cause I don't like no f** boys riding with my clique kid f** that, f** boy (x6) Cause I don't like no f** boys riding with my clique kid