Lyrics The Yorker - Von Pea

Guess who's in town? The one who been here
Bricks on the beat and son's in 5th gear
Pricks can't compete, they trumped so disappear...
Okay lookie here: I ain't even rappin yet
I wanna quickly check the town you rep...
I'm out of BK, peace to the BX
They got this started, showing a new limit
We all over the world but on my fitted it states...

Fitted up, Fitted up... I got my fitted up

Von phenom
Back with the brand new call to y'all
I tell them I'm the letterman; the bomber; parka
I cover them, no other than the armor author
I bring to you... degrees of perfect
The man with the fans with the proofs of purchase
I plan to withstand, and reduce the worthless
They can't keep they plans; they have useless purpose
And that's alright, cause when I ride I keep cars full of pretty women all inside
And plus kids, men, and old folks all inside, cause my ride is the j to the 4 or 5
Hater get off and hide, New York is for us
The place that I miss when I'm on the tour bus
The place that exists in the flicks of tourists
But they'll be sick of this within 4 months they ready to go!

Born in Fort Greene
A dude that has grown to be all you want/need
I'm due to control and get on and stomp beings
That used to be bold and would flaunt the false king-dom
That ain't right, the king is s-dot
You ain't in control of a thing but x box
I paint what I'm shown and I've seen
It does not, include something phony, homie I duck what y'all told me
Your crown is green the gold ain't golden
I gets down it seems the pros is gon win
Ain't no hobby I'm classic I'm mobb deep
Infamous, you not me, chill and go and rob, g...
(Rob g) I'm von pea, that much closer
When I'm in the city bitties approach to grope us
No I'm only kidding, women that know, they pose for
Digital flicks with the lyrically gifted HEY