The Heights

Album cover art for "The Heights" by Dyme-A-Duzin

Dyme-A-Duzin - Rap

The Heights

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[Verse] Live from the mighty Mecca He of the livest ever Home of the greatest artist it's hard to describe the pressure Heights I must climb and measure Trying to strive for better Cheers for your solid effort, it's time for the God to step up Reside on the Marks & Nostrand Lived with moms & sisters I chose the pen & pencil Pops in the pen for pistols Pop and your kid'll miss you I never front because of his credentials I earned my stripes the lines I penned official Fuck is the referee, I got them pinned for 3 The best to be, when I bless the beat, you can bet I'll beast I penned these niggas hits, they really reference me Like became international unintentionally My trap house, kinda like my dope spot Utica my bros spot, school you what you know not Whipping over stove tops, you can say the kitchen is my booth Whip a hundred hits a day and then distribute it to you Comin hrough, back up, back up Presidential shit, comin through Back up, back up, young kings gettin rich Channel Jordan in the sixth, while I'm pouring up a fifth, or a forty Put a try to trey to any one you niggas trip Hunnit [Bridge] You've been gone for so long You've been low for so long So afraid of the heights So afraid of the heights You've been gone for so long Oh you've been low for so long So afraid of the heights So afraid of the heights [Verse 2] Live from the belly of the beast Deeper fried niggas swimming in the grease Ock sellin out the deli up the street Head shots, never pity the police Center of the city where I sleep Prospect to the west & the Vill is on the east North side Bed Stuy, Flatbush & the Gardens at the bottom it Don't matter how you get it, gotta it (Chicken) All I ever wanted was to run it, all I ever need was some money I remember fiendin for the bitches Now he got dimes by the dozen Pull up & the scenes star stunned Make a bad bitch pull it out the genes start dumbin' Cash out and blow thru my budget Smokin' to cope with my brothers [Chorus] D.C chillin in a hotel out of state In the bed with a shorty from a show I had yesterday Hey, I think it's safe to say I'm not a kid anymore Cause all I see is Hunnits, (Real hunnits) hunnits Hunnits, (Real hunnits doe) hunnits Hunnits Hey, I think it's safe to say I'm not a kid anymore [Verse 3] Wakin, bakin on the lords day Satan on my shoulder Concentrating on what God say Hatin' niggas I considered fam wasn't for me And I figured out the hard way I don't say "what up" to niggas, I don't fuck with sucka niggas I know fakin' is your forte Suck a dick I got no patience for the foreplay This isn't love, it's a lie, I can feel the vibes My city gentrified and my chicken fried My rents raised to more than I can afford Got a feeling that they don't want the kid alive Every corner got a crown or a liquor store, damn You seen that new juice bar right? They won't stop till my hoods all white Plus my niggas still move off white and swipe Fuck around and have to boost our price Muhhf- [Bridge 2] To the ones I feel I've led astray Been along time since I've been away No more waiting this Kings here to stay Foes are fleeing, feel the wrath they face Been a long time since I've been with you Spent all summer seeing my vision through Fuck your feelings this Kings here to rule Foes are fleeing [Chorus] (Yeah) D.C chillin in a hotel out of state (Ooh, yeah) In the bed with a shorty from a show I had yesterday Hey, I think it's safe to say I'm not a kid anymore Cause all I see is Hunnits (Real hunnits) hunnits Hunnits, (Real hunnits doe) Hunnits Hunnits (Yeah, real hunnits) Hey, I think it's safe to say I'm not a kid anymore

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  • Dyme-A-Duzin