Yo anybody thats from Harlem should know what I’m talking about when I say no music, ya’ll thought it was a game?
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No Music, No Music, No music, No Music Oh, Who you know spit it hard to a handclap She aint wack So I tell a corny nigga hand dat To a record label while I get my hair wrapped Den I let it fall under my New York yankee cap Anybody that know better That got chedda Bet go getta Cuz ya already know I’m where its at And if Im rollin Im ridin I got my homies beside me I tell ben drop me off he like Where its at I get to poppin Im droppin Ya’ll know I dont play And know my swag is official to what my flow say And any club if its poppin my record gon play Rest in peace to Haze and Lil Zay Zay L.I.L when the m gon carry me 16 spit it mean In a carry c 37 Willex Ave where you find between 7 Ave is the block where you find me