Kid Art - Harlem Roses lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinny Cha$e] My vision's all blurry, they can use words whatever they can't hurt me I rise above high skies reading High Times While I reminisce of times I can't find My God I'm better by much farther Lyrically spar with dudes Vinny be like why bother The big frame Lanvin lense they block hate rays From the n***as that hate on Cha$e in the worst way Can't beat em' join em' Next time you wanna' meet Cha$e, hit Cartier I only do appoitments Other rappers don't compare me to that Just compare me to art pieces and the MOMA or MET And these cheques is what they pay me in to paint you a picture The luxury rap minister I paint with prescription you heard I toss bread and turn bu*ter Balmain denim and the 500 Benz is all leather All Cheddar what Vinny be all about Do it for my n***as who be fly and my b**hes who balling out Don't hate me hate the good that I do If you could you probably would, come join the crew You should f** it now, you good, fall back You wasn't shooting with a n***a in the gym Where was you in the beginning Wanna ride with a n***a but he don't wanna' die with a n***a In the end Vinny Cha$e, yeah [Verse 2: Kid Art] Lennox Ave, duffel bag of your Louis Cheer$ Club, See The Swag and the core viewers My team built a city to roll through it I walk around Harlem they callin' me George Lucas Im into importin' and exportin' Pull up in Jordan's you smell the burnt flames Cobain how I shoot myself, I got a few film awards under this Gucci belt I need a milla more, gotta k** em' all Gotta get skrilla more, listen to k**a more Roll around in foor doors, wavy like Billabong Pay me im filling you off Promise i'll pick up my phone, honest My vision's so pricey Directors of the year, I know these shooters don't like me These 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 Cus' I poured a little donatello in it Rose gold, red bezel, yellow in it Me and money well acquainted I never befriend it [Verse 3: Vinny Cha$e] Giggle when I'm broke, laugh hard when I'm rich Pa** bars like a scholar with dollars and cop cars boy Nobody no hotter given em' my style an switch it up From head to toe in Givenchy, blind chicks and marijuana I swear to God you ain't fly you don't want no problems My n***as going hard prolly' we reppin' Harlem And anything fly Cha$e will get it And when I die f** it my words will live forever