Song Lyrics

Heavy metal could wet you, yo, bless me
Jail niggas go to hell quicker, lick you with the hundred shot
Heavy metal could wet you, yo, bless me
Jail niggas go to hell quicker, lick you with the hundred shot

Rhymes, cash, weed, cars
Walk down Mermaid Ave we like stars
A nickel bag is sold in the park I'm involved
I'm the king of New York when it comes to these bars
I said rhymes, cash, the weed, cars
Coney Island mayor, hood superstar
You sell an eighth in the barbershop? We want ours
When it comes to these bars, y'all can't f*ck with the god
The first rhymes I wrote was meant to embarrass a classmate
Fire in my eyes, I walked into school mad late
Studied Duke the whole year, waited 'til the last day
Then whooped his ass worse than if his moms saw his bad grades
Uh, now I'm movin' at a fast pace
And every time I rhyme everyone got the gas face
Winning competitions every place I be
Only sixteen, gettin' in with the fake ID
Coney Island kids with something to prove, nothing to lose
Walk into the spot twenty deep, niggas tucking they jewels
'Cause they knowing we hold heat
Co-signed by the OGs
Computer nerds and parolees
They all know me
They all know I earned all the respect that I ever got
I spent one whole summer
Walkin' up and down the ave dolo battling the nicest niggas on every block
And never got got
That's how I got the top spot
That's why they call me the mayor in my hood, I got props
In your hood you got shot
I son rappers, call me pop-pop
Copping drop tops from work out the crock pot
Fiends cooking up living the dream
Look at us
Four of us with one thirty eight that wouldn't bust
Still robbed niggas off of the B36 bus
Shit was starting to rust but we still ain't give a f*ck
It didn't shoot but we could pistol whip you 'til you give it up
Out of the four of us only two still living
The other one besides myself is doing life in prison
That's why I go so hard on these beats and rhythm
'Cause I got four souls trapped inside of my system
Listen, at some point in your life you gotta man up
The Easter Bunny not coming, there ain't no Santa
Caught my first felony strong arm no hammer
Came out the slammer
With all my goals written inside a planner
And now we makin' it happen
F*ck rappin'
Real life shit, we adaptin'
Nigga I'll shoot you and the fuckin' captain
Hold that
Bang, bang, biddat, nigga
Bang, bang, biddat, nigga
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, biddat, nigga
Uh, uh, hold that, nigga

Yo, yo
Everyday they ask why I'm not on
It works the dome
'Cause the truth is it's nobody fault but my own
At seventeen, me and George Burnz was signing to spit
Until the planes hit the towers then he started to flip
Spit Records was under Def Jam, was up there regularly
Burnz left and they ain't wanna sign us separately
Went to Fight Klub, bodied everything, no problem
TV, magazines, was on my way to stardom
Joey IE called the crib, spoke to my mom
Said I'ma make your son a rich man, I thought it was on
But then he heard I was on the run and had to do time
Plus I was wylin' out on drugs, he fell back and declined
I was truly outta my mind
Then I did a bid
Came home, started running up at Shady with Riggs
Riggs told me if I could sign you today I would
But I was back on my bullshit, up to no good
Necro hit me up on MySpace, took me on tour
Saw these independent dudes was getting money galore
I got my foot in the door, no hesitation
Been clean nine years, rebuilding my reputation
Living my dreams on a glorious road
Best seller when my story is told
That's a fact, nigga
Living my dreams on a glorious road
This a best seller when my story is told
That's a Fendi

What, what, what
Ain't no more to it
I'm done

Bro, this is like the third time I'm calling you, dude
Come on, bro
I'm gonna come through like a fuckin' Gorilla Monsoon, bro, if you don't
if you don't pick up your fuckin' phone, bro
Come on, dude
What the f*ck?
F*ck my life
Fuckin' shit, bro, my guts hurt

Travis Doyle