G. Steele - N.Y.E Toast Up

Ambidextrous, can in both hands, bet I'm tagging dat
Cellie on the counter by the scale where im bagging at
Waiting on the plug to drop the addy where the pack at
Otw pass this lil baddie know Im smash dat
Block work, up and down shit like da nasdaq
Just dropped a bill on some vans, like I had dat
Thinking bout homie sleeping where I dump the trash at
But instead of saving up inked up like an aztec
Shit different with Mayan
What I put forward aint always what I had in mind
I fuck around but, I promise all my shit A-ligned
Maneuvered through some dark times Im talking real A-kon(kind)
True story, headlines NEW YORK TIMES
Cept a hunned miles north just to cross state lines
But, anywhere I was it felt like enemy lines
Dey throwing dirt to fuck the polish up dont like when you shine
But fuck your thoughts--I only do this shit FOR me
Free game in a promo doubled down on free
Pen in hand who write like me, nice like me
Its like Christmas in the stu this mic stand our tree
I bare gifts--everytime I give y'all G
The real connect with the bars like the shit 5 G
The fake, sit back in awe aint see it coming from me
But when it hit you like a edible just take you a seat
36 now, with thoughts on what I'm destined to be
Ran thru a hunned different hoes with the same I.D
Ironic, the block school you with no en-try fees
Just life lessons after dark like a G.E.D
See I only fear Allah need to you know that mean
Its peace and blessings til you trip
then that trip on me
Insha-allah I leave dis earth without making a scene
Cause if he reach wallah-he Imma show him he bleed
Wash my hands, tend to paint pictures with stories
My life a canvas the universe put paint out for me
Been the same ole me, I been the same ole Gee
Since a lil nucca chasing pussy wheelies and glory
Peep the change up, been down came up homie
Not really famous just, popping got a name out for me
Local rapper magic numbers David Blaine now homie
I move different, done paved a lil lane out for me
Done did done it all but never did the most
So if you peeped it while I had wasn't tryn boast
Both hustle was tryn eat they did the shit for show
So how I hustle in comparison a different mode
All gas no brakes slide with 12 though
Could see us now throwing jokes bout we used to joke
About dis rap shit like, fuck we was waiting for
Mink Coats big cigars and I dont even smoke

Written by:
Gregory Steele

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