Troy Ave - Prize Fighter lyrics

(Intro) Man, f** the conscience man I can pay no bills with no motherf**in conscience man I sell more ganja for 10 dollars n***a 10 motherf**in dollars n***a You’re f**in bout no conscience n***a Yay sh** (Verse) I used to be hiding from b**hes with long hair Til I found out it was wigs that they wear I used to think man these n***as is so real But they don’t do sh** when they homies get k**ed n***a we the k**as, see me in chinchilla See me guaranteed in your b**h if I fill er A known drug dealer, foreign 4 wheelers Your ho got a DK but she don’t f** with us sponsored links That’s a fact, stay black, stay strapped Huey P Newton and the P stand for pack Keep it G n***a, I keep the keys n***a We toss some sh** out, man play free Flickr Dope gang, swag out on propane Aye blow my head off but I’m no Cobain I do got the heavy metal on my hip Meddle in my money and I’m scheduling your RIP Motherf**er (Verse) Fresh up out the crack spot Dealing mad guap, block about to get hot Play around and get shot Really need the hip-hop, glock like a white hook Pound like the hay maker Adding up this paper to a**imilate the may weathers BS babies chase cheddar n***as get your face wuddup Pound pair of rituals Always keep it hardcore, give these streets encore Selling crack on call, right up in yo building n***a I’m from Tilden, taking no prisoners Any street sister, chop it down in Koshington I ain’t even playing Jack, roamin with your f**in queen Just cuz I’m the f**in king acing out your f**in team (Verse) Product of my environment I could tell you I ain’t getting money but you could take a look There’s no denying it Keep your wall stories, I ain’t interested in buying it I’d rather pay for the comfort for you to go and lye in it If it ain’t about big money then hold your thoughts I’m too busy turnin this paper chase into a sport Runnin laps around these lil n***as, no remorse Fast break, 3 to 1, I’m pulling up half forward I’m like Jordan at the buzzer, Kobe at the line LeBron through the lane, Reggie Miller at touch time Ballin on these n***as, I’m the rookie of the year I’m f**in er first night, you’ve been chasin her all year It’s the YSL smellin, hard and I’m sagging p**nstar swag, my life sponsored by Magnum f** em then I pa** em, I’m leavin em in the siss Pick em then I roll one, I’m pleasing yo b**h 6 stacks on the bench like I play for the Knicks But the local one to credit raised New York bricks UG lay back, k**in on some New York sh** But I flip and admit it n***a, New York quit b**h