[Intro]
Selling art to these yuppies
Getting mixed offers
Hold up...

[Verse 1]
Selling art to these yuppies
Getting mixed offers
I'm In New York like Im Peter Parker
Wrote a 16 then I tossed it
If I wanted bullshit
Id just read Gawker (Facts nigga)
Young Rick murder
I just shoot walkers
Im a slave to this rap shit I cant quit (No)
Fresh Sig with the grip
A yuppie pop shit
Call the gun Britney Jean
When the spears come out
I hit you and JT
You yuppies aint real
Let you live for a fee
We taking Brooklyn back
You can leave the coffee
And you coons dying to
Word to Charles Barkley (Word)
My head dreaded up like my name Marley
Naw we dont do that
Simple rhyming ass niggas
Get they wig pushed back
Get your mic snatched
Nicotine patched
Call my white boys up
Get your life hacked
Heard your Stock dropped
Nigga this the blow back
Put the Hawkeyes on him
Heard he like M*A*S*H
You gon rust in peace
Heard you like thrash
Put a price on your head
Thats a light bag
45 on me like mike back
Whoa


[Chorus]
Hey! Alright!
Baby Im just heating up
I just wonder is it for you
Feeling stuck
You know how to keep me up
Icy love
Icy like a hockey puck
Baby Im just heating up..
You know how to keep me up

[Sample]
Deep off in the main..
Hidden hills

[Verse 2]
I walk in the booth like I own it
I know that I belong there
These days aint the same
All aint built like that
These fuck niggas aint ____
Like that
Yall niggas yall built like rats ahhh

[Instrumental]