Illest Shorty Alive Video (MV)

True York

Yeah
Uh huh

Where NY at
Vibe with me
Yerr

Here's a little story bout a shorty with dreams
By the name of Cory from the borough of Queens
Came up amidst the hustlers, praying mothers and fiends
Crooked police, booking pushers for cheap
NYC, Home of the brave and the land of the scheme
So much dough to be made
Won't even notice your grave
How'd I make it a survivor
Without cuffs on my wrists
And grow up breathing brush fires setting cities ablaze
Scribing Stories full of plenty of pain
Spill my blood to the pad
Writing my life while I empty my veins
Take my message 'round the world
Til the whole planet echos my name
And the sunshine connects to my chain
Yo I Got it out the mud
Now i'm Walkin the skies
Guaranteed you've never seen this meteoric a rise
His Mama calling him, son
The people calling him, Fri
Acclaimed universally the illest shorty alive

Hands High
Till You touching the sky
If they said you'll never make it and wasn't 'posed to survive
Ever since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Hands High
Till You touching the sky
If they said you'll never make it and wasn't posed to survive

My pains, my flaws
My hurts, my faults
Took'em all and I turned them into Gold
Something like Rap alchemy
Screaming loud from the balcony
That imma live in infamy
If any have it out for me
What he isn't is iffy
If he measured by his output
See how he fits in influence with lyrics
Inwardly, Outwardly
Intimately inflicting affect on anyone out to be
Next
Stealing their minutes and seconds
And wrecking hourly
So watch how you shout at me
Cuz boy it's my time
Story of my life gonna be a boy and his rhymes
I'm a supreme machine
A optimist in his prime
The premier rapper under 5'9
5'4 but could cast a shadow that could cover a pine
Why you all think they call him a Giant?
Little big homie since a little kid
Only difference is
Now I Know better so I Flow better Ya dig?

Hands High
Till You touching the sky
If they said you'll never make it and wasn't 'posed to survive
Ever since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Since 5 knew I was the illest shorty alive
Hands High
Till You touching the sky
If they said you'll never make it and wasn't 'posed to survive

Just keep grinding, You'll make it one day
Keep your eyes on the prize and some day
You'll be at the top little homie
You'll be at the top little homie
Just keep grinding, You'll make it one day
Keep your eyes on the prize and some day
You'll be at the top little homie
You'll be at the top little homie