Right ear still ringing, yes niggas is still hatin'
Always wishing me the best but they don't wanna see me make it
Fake love, I don't condone it so I brush 'em to the side
Like they doing lines of cocaine, get they hearts pumpin' faster
Reading every line like a novel, next chapter
And my legacy, catch me at a party smoking
Just a sip of Henessey, of course I'm repping Queens
And that's from now until infinity, remember that
Like a safe code, a vivid memory of when you used to sell o's
Building character to stable, when the time comes
I'll never fold, me and my lady just counting bank rolls
Got a runway Model rolling up the Cali- smoke
Sparking and put it on to the realest shit I ever wrote
And there you have it, the shit so majestic
Flow's so wild, it could never be called domestic
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
I'm lyrically a knockout, like never before
Like a glitch in Xbox, punch my hands through the wall
I'm Box rap act's fantastic gift, always on point
Like cactuses, write a 16 run the track
In some 90's AirMax's, place 'em by the door
I got that army of shoebox money under mattresses
Anything I gotta do, I'mma do, graduate top of my classes
This an uphill battle, no pacifist, word I'mma loose
I go to work like a father, it bothers you, no clue
Why it do, with everything I've earned I've had a lot to prove
Haters I've burned, earn homie, wait for your turn
I play these niggas like board games in commer's
Counting All Star niggas Converse like sneakers
Yo they boxed in, never seen the bloc, dead stalk
Common as a G.R., I got no words
I be like all courts, I think they better go soul search
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
I swear to god with all my might
I drink a case of 40's, go to your crib, and piss on site
Everybody wants a nigga with malice to plot against 'em
You prolly bring a wish on you, wishing for Armageddon
Middle fingers for fuckers who want it for performing
Remy yellin' "hit 'em guys," the feds swarming
Dislike button on YouTube, I take a shit
Inside of your food too, go vegetate like Fruit
You na bread, G.O.D., I wee wee
Dimes spent on A.C.T., love RV
Black and red leather attire, we be the wolf pack
We hear that wolf quack race of a father, chico
I'm with the black Puerto Ricans, barrio you creepin'
With niggas on the flip season
I can't fuck with your kind, breathing
Sock you in the mouth, try sneezing
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
Now why they hatin' on these Kids from Queens?
Huh? Because we killin' 'em, goddamn we killin' em
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