MoMA Lyrics

No Rap City

We live in basement

All it took was patience

Cause I'm lit

She gon' strip like Vegas

Necklace by her ankles

Keep a smith

Don't wan' get entangled

Boy this shit get dangerous

Pockets crip

Got that knot on me

Hard headed since a baby

You can't tell me shit

But you gon' smell me bitch

Money aroma

I wake up and put that shit on

Like I'm dressing at MoMa

If I bless it, it's a coma

I ain't stressing she a loaner

When I'm thru

It's back to you

My policy return to owner

I might set up shop

And get the kettle hot

Cause either way it go I bet i pop

And I got hella stock

Push the gas until the metal pop

Let my bezel rock

Stackin paper

Look like Lego blocks

I need my bread off top

Now watch me get it

In a foreign with a lotta cheese

My new bitch speak guapanese

I know she a freak

So we try angles like isosceles

Don't have time for rest

But I buy woods

And burn a lotta trees

Them niggas gon be pressed

When they realize it ain't no Stopping me

Still in the cut

Never switching up

Fuck these niggas

Cause when pressure hit

Niggas exit quick

I done seen it

You was meant to fold

And this trip get cold

So keep a heater

Never join em

Gotta beat 'em

When they fall

I gotta leave em

No Rap City

We live in basement

All it took was patience

Cause I'm lit

She gon strip like Vegas

Necklace by her ankles

Keep a smith

Don't wan get entangled

Boy this shit get dangerous

Pockets crips

Got that knot on me

Hard headed since a baby

You can't tell me shit

But you gon smell me bitch

Money aroma

I wake up and put that shit on

Like I'm dressing at MoMa

If i bless it it's a coma

I ain't stressing she a loaner

When I'm thru

It's back to you

My policy return to owner