Ly2Fly - ConQuer (feat. Chink Dibiasi & Allwayz)

Ly2Fly thanks for having me nigga
Chink Dibiasi
Allwayz what up nigga hahahaha
You know I had to bless this right
Word to mines, Imma certifie O.G.!!!
Fell in love, with selling drugs
now it's LLC's
A verse is worth
the value of a basquiat,
I carried thots to the Marriott hit like Barry Bonds
I'm Farrakhan with fire arms the fabric worn drip
Word to nip sip rum and run this marathon
Five Four Three Two One lift off
Turn you off white tee burgundy I up the torch
Wrap Kush and backwoods sip Irish moss in Flatbush
With rastas who look like Peter Tosh
Hollis Avenue connect Throgs neck to the Bronx
Fentanyl from ShadyVille to the grand concourse
My Tia from Tijuana got two passports
No Vlad TV won't brag on any platform
For Ly2fly I answer what he asked for
But don't ask for more yeah
Does size really matter or does money matter
I did a survey guess what people really rather
Money over Negas is like money over bitches
And it's funny cause the opposite sex ain't that different
You know you done fucked up right?
Get us three niggas together
You know you done fucked up right?
Hahahahaha it's now or never nigga
A yo Allwayz man pullup!
Yo I go hard flow hard niggas want beef no prob
You don't need church to know God
I'm right here way passed niggas I'm light years
Heavy with the weights you a little bit light there
You box son I pops up shots rung ambulence cops come
Picking up the nigga I dropped son is that you
Ya mans wanna go for the gats too
First thing they'll ask is who the nigga that clapped you
But you don't know who you dealing with
I don't think you do I'm on some Killa shit
Nigga My whole mind state is militant
I don't show no feelings when I'm peeling and a nigga slip
Ya niggas think y'all really know the game
Feel no pain middle name should be novocaine
So many bars I'll over load your brain
Niggas in the hood think they know only know my name
You don't know me nah you don't know me nah
You don't know me you don't know me like that
You don't know nah you not my homie nah
Nigga you phony you don't know me like that
Pussy ass niggas
Southside Jamaica Queens
Sutphin and all that
Nigga We coming to reclaim all that Queens shit
Queens get the money nigga what's good
I'm a man of few words but many bars potential beyond the stars
Killing tracks I'm guilty as charged
Pull your girl like the strings of a guitar
Lyrically on par with the Gods
You frauds could never
Ever come off this hard I'm from the boulevard of Sutphin
Where niggas be hustlin the police be bugging
So we like fuck twelve Giselle Bündchen
I specialize in making something from nothing
Out here hunting like my ribs was touching
Money I'm clutching with a firm grip
What you put in is what you get
How you upset and you ain't done shit and to a snitch
If loose lips sink ships this the abyss out this bitch
Bout to give you a clip like I'm promoting a flick
Act unruly and I'll break out the tooly and pop off ya coofie
Turn this joint to a horror movie treating niggas like loosies
Getting smoked ain't no antidote to the sickness I wrote
Niggas sweeter than glucose tryna approach the Goat
When I glot it's for good reason ain't nothing deceiving bout this here
I'm Lebron in Cleveland only with out receding hair
Beating niggas from east to west then I'm leaving
Gotta be the illest nigga still breathing nigga believe it
Yeah
Shout out to Queens
Queens get the money uh
And all my niggas in BK
Brooklyn
We conquering this year
That's right
And every year after
Why wouldn't we?
Ya niggas know what it is
Peace to my niggas from Ed
This shit knock Ly this shit knock
Word up!
Nah we ain't gonna do that we ain't gonna do that

Written by:
Dwayne Lyseight, Jesse Joseph, Rodrigo Robbles, Rodrigo Robles

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