Yo, I’m tired of looking at everybody. same boots, skully hats in
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I’m not
Smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the roosevelt.
I left new york, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn’t my direction
Producers filtering join in with r&b
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me
Biting my space styles, biting my horror-core
All I saw was kool keiths on my thaw
Record companies had g’d-off all my royalties
Watching vinyl spin, local groups’ wack mc’s
Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines
Mixtapes by wack dj’s adds doo doo play
I’m on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I’ve been out, y’all can’t see
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I’m not
Smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the roosevelt.
I left new york, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn’t my direction
Producers filtering join in with r&b
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me
Biting my space styles, biting my horror-core
All I saw was kool keiths on my thaw
Record companies had g’d-off all my royalties
Watching vinyl spin, local groups’ wack mc’s
Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines
Mixtapes by wack dj’s adds doo doo play
I’m on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I’ve been out, y’all can’t see
Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? (yeah)
Is the world made of plastic?
Cause that’s the way is seems (owww)
Is the city buried in dreams? (yeah)
Is the world made of plastic?
Cause that’s the way is seems (owww)
