Lyrics Plurality - Tweaks

Night

Just another New York Night
And you know I love the taste
And you know I'm down to ride
Just another New York night

Rotten fruit I take a -

I got my niggas by my side
They all believe in ride or die
Some real niggas by my side
Keeping close to my Five Guys

You got beef with the wrong guy
It's Florida shit, don't be surprised

Are you for real surprised?
Nigga
I'm from Broward

You gutted lonely
You knew the old me
You fucking hungry
But you got no teeth!

Why don't you get a job?
I play you like a fox
Leave a falsie in your box
But I'm really by a creek
Running water through my feet

(Lalala)

Thinking bout these other things
Hope to practice what I preach
If I miss, adjust the aim
You bitches still feel what I'm saying

(You bitches still feel what I'm saying)

Say you an artist?

(Say you an artist)?

Well, where's the art friend?
You just mad that the talent just drip off him
Got you pissed I use this wit like a weapon
Cut my teeth, level up from all your venom

Fake ass bitch
I know it gotta be them white friends
Convenient switch
Since you started fucking white men
I'm chasing clout?
Don't you think you are projecting?

Is this a joke?
A stand up special

Bby
Bit
Blend

Rotten Fruit, I take a bit
Just another New York -