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Kay Glizz - What NYC Sounds Like Freestyle

[Intro]
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Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
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Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah ()
Grrah, grrah
Let me talk to 'em real fast
Like, ain't nobody gon'—
Ain't nobody gon'—

[Chorus]
Grrah, ain't nobody gon' do what I do for the set
Grrah-grrah-boom, they know how I get
Instead of crashin' out, I'm tryna do my best
Take us out the P's and get us on them jets
Live a life we ain't never expect
Every day, I'm thinkin' 'bout what happens next
Who gon' shoot for me, I end up gettin' stretched?
What you givin' out is what you get
You get what you get, you never get upset
Where I'm from, niggas be hungry and we need the money
The right price, you gettin' left
I don't want a label, I just want the neck
And if her shit fat, then I might want the sex
Breesh mode, we only chasin' them checks
Never be with rookies, only hang with vets, grrah
[Verse]
Look, like, where the support at?
You on goofy shit, I can't support that
Why the fuck you can't follow the format?
You not on the shit that we on, then you off that
Free my grrah-grrahs, I need 'em all back
And fuck rap, we was knee deep before that
Niggas diss on the dead like they crazy, so I guess you gotta get high where the morgue at, grrah
You don't know how it feel to go backin' niggas down so you could have food in your stomach
Three deep, one knocker, we huntin'
Hopefully nobody gotta get punished
'Cause we need the money, you know how we comin'
He can see it in my eyes I ain't for nothin'
I lost bro, my body started numbin'
Fuck is a remorse? These niggas is buggin'
I need it back in blood
Back against the wall, it ain't no love
Had to back him, he knew what it was
"Why you did it?" Nigga, just because
She like, "Send-Three, why you need that gun?"
This is what's protectin' me from numb
Go against the grain, you gettin' bunt
Think I'm lackin', then he gotta be dumb

[Chorus]
Grrah, ain't nobody gon' do what I do for the set
Grrah-grrah-boom, they know how I get
Instead of crashin' out, I'm tryna do my best
Take us out the P's and get us on them jets
Live a life we ain't never expect
Every day, I'm thinkin' 'bout what happens next
Who gon' shoot for me, I end up gettin' stretched?
What you givin' out is what you get
You get what you get, you never get upset
Where I'm from, niggas be hungry and we need the money
The right price, you gettin' left
I don't want a label, I just want the neck
And if her shit fat, then I might want the sex
Breesh mode, we only chasin' them checks
Never be with rookies, only hang with vets, grrah

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