I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars Coka I?m eatin? Crills I?m eatin? (Mania) I?m sleepin' on a billion dollars And I say right about now New York City,
pound beats Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets So much work went into this to line the notes of fact sheets Like black sheep
Especially no French-vanilla import who has the audacity to call herself "Brooklyn." M.C. Ladies and gentlemen, Saturday morning was never like this. Radio City Music
of y?all scared It?s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun music Break it down for the blind
rest of y?all scared It?s that radioactive green chronic in the blunt music Brooklyn homie run up and pop you with a gun music Break it down for the blind