Zoomo what up
Uh-huh
Don't ask me where I'm from, nigga
Yeah
I'm from the city, right
Where we trying to get more than dubs
We tired of these Knicks
Fuck it, I'll do it for ten homie, just make it quick
Look, trying to pay tuition was really pushin' some shit
You can't hate and pray for love
You know there ain't no rain without the mud
I know niggas who sold yayo for some better cable
Daughters cryin' families unstable
I had a pen before I had paper
Before you write the recipe, you better have flavor
How many nights I had school and still chose to stay up
Don't ask what I bring to the table when I brought the table
'Cause I been workin' like
C'mon man
Betta stop playin' with me
Yeah that's right
Yeah
No tellin' what I'm writin'
Who knew my pen would up and raise me giant
I'm David in rooms overpopulated with Goliaths
They say God is black and so is the ink I chose to write in
Giant flows could make any page look insanely tiny
Shit, I fucked who you couldn't have
Taught who I shouldn't have
Fought who you wouldn't have
Ain't no kiss and tell
Aliases and hotels
Ain't no pride just make the sale
I just know I did it well
No blasphemy at the table
Limited seats and I'm salivatin'
I'd take a plate of food instead of your congratulations
I remember when the whole pad was vacant
Trying to take my place a waste of time like a bad vacation
Fuck out my face
You niggas need how to earn your spot, for real
Rad, what up
For my man Daniel
Since the Damier Louis on the Yankee fitted
These are facts
Yeah
A pure heart ain't never fear no karma
Champagne to my stomach nauseous
I go live 'till I'm corpseless
In a dirty wifebeater they see I'm fuckin' important
I'm with your girl and it look like I'm finger fuckin' a faucet
XXL list, with my face on it
Got the insecure pissed
They know all the lines to my songs bro
Not only the chorus
Know some that house the pain with percs
'Cause they can't pay off no mortgage
My mom ain't fuck with the price tags on no Jordans
I bought my own shit
Ya'll on my whole dick
Clone my whole script
Can't take the perspective
Of course you ain't get to where you want to
You always changing directions
Dominican like I'm Dyckman with it
Gun Hill Road with a Snow Beach on
Rings look like I got icicles in it
Pillow talkin' with a 9 millimeter
Window shopping for experience
Youngin's lookin' for the real to believe in
You do not fit the criteria
My prayers got answered
And I started tearin' up
You wasn't there for us
Pretending to have all the change for the bus
Like driver I left it in my wallet in the other jacket in the crib
Radamiz
Radamiz, donSMITH