Lyrics

It's the Cons [Verse] I've never been to Radio City to test the rockets But I get on radio to check the dockets Just cause you ain't pried yet, You mad at Hostile? Well I got the hood open like Mario's nostrils Oh my shit is too short for you to braid my hair But if you see some Air Force ones, pay for my pair See the fresh air funds when I start from square one With a fresh pair of ones and I tell these square ones My niggas wear guns so watch your step brother Or get yoked up like Flex your step lovеr Cause we the tag runnеrs that went away to school To get guns for teeth and came home with 2's Keep the drugs where you grew up, you don't gotta be defiant Cause every fool knows it's your right to stay silent And no man's an island, except for the bar When these bitches get wet cause they know who you are We abandon the car, cause the narc can chase Cause we raving the game before the Central Park case And at my parking space, I'm bout to win an Emmy For the best TV's you ever seen in a Bentley, cause He's burning up And once he become a millionaire, it won't cool him off Matter of fact, it's gonna heat him up Now the lease is up, when I'm two, and the streets is up What? Yeah