Bk & Harlem

[Intro: Maino]
Uh, yeah
Yeah
(Sonaro)
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Maino & Jim Jones]
This is for my self-made niggas, had to make it without father figures (Yeah)
Did it for the Stuy (Yeah), but I put on like a Harlem nigga (Woo)
I done kissed the lips of a ho (Yeah) and smacked the hardest niggas (Yeah)
Play me like I'm just an artist, nigga, I'll go harder, nigga
Realest in the world (Woo), where's my award? (Where?)
A mask and a gloves, I'm a killer with a course (Woo)
A dealer with a flow (Yeah), big steppin' in a Rolls
Big pressure on these niggas, couldn't touch us if we froze (Facts)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
If it wasn't for the rap, I don't know what the fuck I'd be doing (Word)
I was pumpin' nicks in New York, posted up like I'm Ewing
Or over the stove, watching that coke while it's brewing (Whip it)
Waiting at your airport for some coke that done flew in (Nervous)
I could put you on the Channel 7 news like Connie Chung (Baow)
And my hood is feeling like everybody got a gun (Why?)
You can hear a mama screaming and crying that somebody shot her son
I play with this base or this Rollie band, so I got a drum, nigga

[Verse 3: Maino]
Tell 'em move 'cause we coming through like titties on a fat bitch (Woo)
KOB, Brooklyn niggas love me like I'm Fat Chris
Ghetto boy crook, flippin' on that pissy mattress
Rolls, I got Astons (Ayy)
See me with an actress, ayy (Haha)
They said them Harlem guys shot 'em (Woo)
The plug lost his kis, said them Lobby Boyz got 'em (Who?)
I be drinkin', I be wildin' (Yeah), I just woke up wearin' diamonds (Yeah)
I be partyin' and stylin' like I'm fresh off Rikers Island, ayy

[Verse 4: Jim Jones]
I never been to Rikers Island (No)
But I been all type of islands (Facts)
With flamingos in the sand (Uh)
Put the singles in my hand (Word)
From starless to the KOD (Uh)
In Harlem with the KOB (Uh-oh)
Thinking to myself, when I started pumpin' tan dimes (What happened?)
There was no cell phone, had to use the landline (Think about that)
Blocks was like landmines blowin' up overnight (Boom)
I was fourteen like I was growin' up overnight (Uh-huh)
My bank, bet it's down before I roll the dice (What's in it?)
Only thing that's gon' stop this money is the po-police (Swalley)
Bunch of demons with me like— Hold on, shit (Uh)
A bunch of demons with me like these niggas seeing poltergeists (Ah)
Money to here, I be in my jammies on Lears, nigga

[Verse 5: Maino]
Uh
Mami, I'm rare, I'm really that real (Yeah)
They treat me like I'm really the man, I'm really that deal (I am)
It's different with a rapper that talks and a rapper that kills (Uh-huh)
Before you get it confused, I'm a rapper that will (Woo)
Let 'em hate, fuck the love (Yeah), boy, these niggas can't fuck with us (Nah)
Shorty got on blue, but I'm tatted like a Blood member (Yeah)
I just met her, ate her pussy like I was in love with her
Hustle hard, get it how you get it, I don't judge, nigga

[Verse 6: Jim Jones]
So while I'm standing in front the judge, nigga
I just wanna say in my closing statement (What's that?)
If I get nabbed, I'll never give 5-0 a statement (Facts)
Slingin', tryna stay warm inside the coldest basement (Chilly)
Asking where the waitress with all the ace on
We did thirty bottles, but the night just started
I've been shitting on niggas, I think I just sharted (Nasty)
Listerine flow, boy, I be talking that shit
The way I be talking 'bout coke, you'd think I coughed up a brick
Harlem bitches know they could get lost in the drip
And when it come to the whip, I put too much sauce in that shit
So much water on my wrist like I was washing my hand
I used to put water on them bricks like I was washing the gram
Used grandma China and the pots and the pan
I put the Glock to the man and bah-bah-bah-bah-bah

[Outro: Jim Jones]
Haha
Alright