cold crush
underachievers, the
i put it down for my city
that new' new york is with me
they say it's like the 90's cause we bringing back the gritty
rep that conscious flow committee
we'll kill'em with no pity
you know i told him we gon' get it
new york back on the map my nigga
bring a pound to a show security
came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hard
my conscious shine just like a star
now we copping the whole thing
i blow my weed down by the jar
and i'm using my three eyes a nigga watching for facade
she went and told her friend
i remember getting caught smoking that indo in the morning
i'm a get it how i want it
ain't smoking that grade unless it's medicine
my letterman reek of the reefer
wake up in the morning take a hit
never heard a kind of nigga flowing like this
while i bang on these hits
now i laughing at these kids while i'm passing again
never aim by the prophet if it ain't on the dial
so they call me sun child"