What It Was

Lotta niggas stuck on what they thought it was

Complacent kinda a thoughts hit while I'm rolling up

I just left the city on my toes, how you holding up?

You ain't from New York then You ain't cold enough

Knocker it put fifty to ya chest, they say they saw the bluff

I feel like I'm blessed I prolly stole the touch

Mentally I'm there, I never left, you need a pole to buss

Race on to the top until they know it's us

I ain't like you weirdo mother fuckers I'm gon do my dance

Why you looking at me different idk that man

I prefer my chicken from the block and with a soda can