Yeah...
Q-World...
Something special...
ELO...
PURE...
New York traffic, come fly with the captain
Eagle eyes over the city plotting Manhattan
Either I'ma takeover, or get bagged in
The slammer you can't touch this, lyrical hammer
THOR tracks and turn whore's backs to camels
Warpath leaving all deceased dismantled
Or peace, retreat, and leave your peace abandoned
Drop heat, like sunrise, wax I candle
Belt Parkway to hit the Barclay's
Herringbone chains floor seats touching Parquet
Drug game I had quarters f*ck with the arcade
Pull your archives you ain't live you was parfait
Young McCartney, Rockstar, Rap gnarly
Dread lock blunts seeing Mars off the Marley
Slumped in the trunk as I bump NaS and NORE
On the Run Eating 4Matic cruising all day
Barely rap braggadocios
But when I do I leave the microphone smoking broken
Fire toting
Pyro, you all die slow I drag and rope them
Lighter in the air with kerosene open
Tied to a chair, silent prayers, you was hoping
I'd take the high road so I did then Dragon toast them
Safety on, ammo loaded
I never fool around unless it's 4play I keep the magnum open
Neverland, my current Magnum Opus
Opium and coke mixed, Evolve, Live, Optimistic, focused... ELO
Autograph the whole shit, no hoe shit
Hit the tits with the Hancock and my hand's big
Party Next Door at my mans crib
Told her Come See Me, but Recognize I got bitches and you got nigga's if you understand this
Then you can be standing with a boss
Glimpse Over New York, come on'
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Yeah...
Q-World...
Something special...
ELO...
PURE...
New York traffic, come fly with the captain
Eagle eyes over the city plotting Manhattan
Either I'ma takeover, or get bagged in
The slammer you can't touch this, lyrical hammer
THOR tracks and turn whore's backs to camels
Warpath leaving all deceased dismantled
Or peace, retreat, and leave your peace abandoned
Drop heat, like sunrise, wax I candle
Belt Parkway to hit the Barclay's
Herringbone chains floor seats touching Parquet
Drug game I had quarters f*ck with the arcade
Pull your archives you ain't live you was parfait
Young McCartney, Rockstar, Rap gnarly
Dread lock blunts seeing Mars off the Marley
Slumped in the trunk as I bump NaS and NORE
On the Run Eating 4Matic cruising all day
Barely rap braggadocios
But when I do I leave the microphone smoking broken
Fire toting
Pyro, you all die slow I drag and rope them
Lighter in the air with kerosene open
Tied to a chair, silent prayers, you was hoping
I'd take the high road so I did then Dragon toast them
Safety on, ammo loaded
I never fool around unless it's 4play I keep the magnum open
Neverland, my current Magnum Opus
Opium and coke mixed, Evolve, Live, Optimistic, focused... ELO
Autograph the whole shit, no hoe shit
Hit the tits with the Hancock and my hand's big
Party Next Door at my mans crib
Told her Come See Me, but Recognize I got bitches and you got nigga's if you understand this
Then you can be standing with a boss
Glimpse Over New York, come on'
Q-World...
Something special...
ELO...
PURE...
New York traffic, come fly with the captain
Eagle eyes over the city plotting Manhattan
Either I'ma takeover, or get bagged in
The slammer you can't touch this, lyrical hammer
THOR tracks and turn whore's backs to camels
Warpath leaving all deceased dismantled
Or peace, retreat, and leave your peace abandoned
Drop heat, like sunrise, wax I candle
Belt Parkway to hit the Barclay's
Herringbone chains floor seats touching Parquet
Drug game I had quarters f*ck with the arcade
Pull your archives you ain't live you was parfait
Young McCartney, Rockstar, Rap gnarly
Dread lock blunts seeing Mars off the Marley
Slumped in the trunk as I bump NaS and NORE
On the Run Eating 4Matic cruising all day
Barely rap braggadocios
But when I do I leave the microphone smoking broken
Fire toting
Pyro, you all die slow I drag and rope them
Lighter in the air with kerosene open
Tied to a chair, silent prayers, you was hoping
I'd take the high road so I did then Dragon toast them
Safety on, ammo loaded
I never fool around unless it's 4play I keep the magnum open
Neverland, my current Magnum Opus
Opium and coke mixed, Evolve, Live, Optimistic, focused... ELO
Autograph the whole shit, no hoe shit
Hit the tits with the Hancock and my hand's big
Party Next Door at my mans crib
Told her Come See Me, but Recognize I got bitches and you got nigga's if you understand this
Then you can be standing with a boss
Glimpse Over New York, come on'
Writer: Ricardo Jorge
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