NY Bangers LLC - 11pm at 711 lyrics

Crushed up Oxycontin and a long spliff is a bad concoction Educating my brain cells so i rely on oxygen 365 days ive been stuck didn't have a pot to piss in Sat down rapped now my flows precision Stanley blade incision if you f** with my vision Gunpowder infliction dynamo magician Rifle be plasma you better scatter your bones will shatter And every atom sitting in your body so this better matter Cos my brain is full of data you can ask my doctor When i spit my flow splatter cause im doing it faster Where was you when i was on the ground did you hand me a damn ladder? Kick you in your f**ing bladder and watch you fall flatter Land on your face your gonna need a pall-bearer Family in a black suit face all teared up I'll be cooling in the trap and the zoot lit up We be hustling come get your grub were geared up We be in the booth making a couple tracks Were be breaking backs on these f*gs Bruno In the trap chopping bricks like judo Then i take her overseas to lake como Rap godfather call me Mario Puzo I go harder then you bro I hold weight like sumos Cos we making moves doe You know how we roll Look sharp we go up no lift In the dark were be up in a spaceship In the club buying Ace of Spades I'll rather get a car the a damn bracelet I can't see these haters even tho they hating though Run up in the game and slice you with a cutthroat Get rid of grub real fast son nitties always in front of me Tryna explore the whole globe and bring in all my G's Sell out stadiums and gas the crowds up hardback like Bowser All about my poetry get money in my trousers Wait until, they found me I'm hungry man im starvin' Out here on the concrete ain't nothing out here Charmin Grub on the Digital fake shotters dont know sh** There be spending there profit on a chick I hope they realise when there grown up Will i make it to 70 will i still have followers She got knowledge like Spellman she got brain like Hofstra But she's always up in the club she's got the flame no Waka She late coming back to my crib best call you a doctor Forget about the boy that popped her Fell like an Outcast but I'm a Coldman like Phonte Ive got the blueprint to rap like Beyoncé's fiancé Smoking on this dumb sh** its the stupidest I'm all about the real sh** got a problem deal with it Like are you really bout it though sh** will hit you fast so you better lay low Tryna find Royalty tryna find loyalty Tryna get all crop music man why would i stop I tell her i want to have her sons cos she's got them good grades She said that I'm the one and it ain't cos i make rap songs Thinking back where did it go wrong We gonna do it mama I'm cycling to where the money at Till ive ran out of the pack i ain't coming back