Realm Reality - Forever NYC lyrics

(Intro) Aha Yea Aha You know I rep Bushwick n***a Come on (Hook) Child of the ghetto, let me plant my roots Summertime livin in my winter boots Machinegun funk, give me the loot Forever Brooklyn, let me speak my truth (Verse) I spit that grind, my flow so great I shoot that J, my ho s** dick Money on my mind with a gold attic We can really get it poppin if you know my wrist sponsored links My shows the diff, I know my lane I bees myself, I know my name Grind but committed, your fine as a woman We be enough where there be no attention I beat that box, I’m not no square I need that top, I don’t play fair f** that sh**, we approach that clique Put hand on a n***a, let him talk on my fist She call me papi by the bodega Said I had it locked and let me kiss it, no jayda (Hook 3) Let me see you bust it open for a real n***a Let me see you bust it open for a real n***a (Verse) Damn she fine, damn she fine I need that life, I don’t want a wife I’m all in her mouth while we both in your house Leaving abortions all over her blouse f** that hate, I know that truth They hate my best so they talk that loose Bring the K back, leave his face cracked to erase last Where he stay at? While it’s all on the news That ain’t me, but that ain’t me I’m bout my money, flows channel them TV screens Do you see my grind? b**h wide over state lines, big at cake time I’m in place for the win but they trace mine So I grow up where they can’t find, eat dimes like I ate 9 I ball with the crew, at the mall making calls Hitting stores for the new, this is all that I knew My man doin me, eat your girl out this her a** were to speak I was pa**ed to the beef, I’mma care so I speech New York right but homey that call for timin (Hook 2) Child of the ghetto, let me plant my roots Summertime livin in my winter boots Machinegun funk, give me the loot Forever New York City, let me speak my truth (Verse) Criss out the bottle, I sip til it’s hollow I smoke til I’m faded, I’m facing it Your girl I’m shokin but she bust it open She said give it to me and take the dick Kids on the couch, kids in her mouth She said she really got a taste of it We runnin the train, she f**in the gang And you got er in a relationship She lovin the coupe, she lovin the coupe She bringin her friends, when they comin over they f**in a stoo (Hook 3) Let me see you bust it open for a real n***a Let me see you bust it open for a real n***a (Verse) Chain swingin, wrist blingin, I’ll be stuntin on them hoes n***as mad cuz I get more a** than a toilet bro King Tut swagger, they know everything that’s on me glow I’mma throw these bands while poppin like it on a pole That’s right, still hung over from last night Your girl blow me like bagpipes I’m swagged up and my cash right We don’t fly, Versace I tell you I’m callin the fleet If you ain’t talkin money than also you must not be talkin to me Damn right my swagger mean YRS ho, that’s the team Smoking on that Texaco, in other words that gasoline Spit high fire, no dilon Getting b**hes – what I’m on She’s on set like a horseback Cuz she be getting her right on uh (Hook) Child of the ghetto, let me plant my roots Summertime livin in my winter boots Machinegun funk, give me the loot Forever Brooklyn, let me speak my truth