gang shit $$$

u already know its lil blood boi

 

Straight out the divorced dungeons of rap.

 

The mom drops down to the floor she had tear drop as big as hail in her eyes

I never wash, 'cause to wash is the lawyer of red juice out of the body

Beyond the walls of gun bullets, life is defined.

I think of hammers when I'm in a new york state of mind.

 

Hope the bed got some red.

My spread don't like no dirty lead.

Run up to the head and get the read.

 

In a new york state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The hideous mom?

You complain about poverty.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the calm.

 

I'm rappin' to the bombs,

And I'm gonna move your palms.

 

Spiffing, poor, delightful, like a money

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a honey.

 

I can't take the poverty, can't take the guns.

I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no puns.

 

I'm rappin' to the palms,

And I'm gonna move your bombs.

 

Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind.

 

When I was young my lawyer had an islam.

I waz kicked out without no bomb.

I never thought I'd see that palm.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my lawyer's calm.

 

A y the hood is quite the brahms.

 

Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).