Vinny Cha$e - Harlem Roses feat. Kid Art текст песни

Uh, Man, my vision's all blurry
They could use words whatever they won't hurt me
I rise above high skies, we now high times
While I reminisce about times I can't find
My god, embedded by much far
Deliveredly sparred with dues, Vinny like why bother
The big frame Lanvin lense they block hate rays
From the niggas that hate on Chase in the worst way
Can't beat em, join em
Next time you wanna see Chase, hit cartier
I only do appointments
Other rappers don't compare me to that
Compare me to art pieces and the moment I'm at
And these checks is what they paying me
and they paint you a picture the luxury rap
Man will stop pain with prescriptions you heard?
I toss spread and turn butter, Balmain denim and the 500 Benz is all leather
All cheddar with Vinny be all about
Do it for all my niggas who be fly and my bitches who balling out
Don't hate me, hate the good that I do
If you could, you'd probably leave work, come join the crew
You should, fucking down you good
Fall back, you wasn't shooting with the nigga in the gym
Where was you at the beginning wanna ride with a nigga
But they don't wanna die with a nigga in the end, vinnie chase, yeah

Lennox Ave ...duffle bags of y'all louis
Cheers club, see the swag in the court viewers
My team built a city to roll through it

I walk around harlem, they calling me george lucas
I'm into import and export and pull up in jordans
You smell the burn flames, kobain how I shoot myself
I got a few film awards under this gucci belt
I need a mill or more, gotta kill em all
Gotta get skrilla more, listen to killa more
Roll around in 4 doors, wavy like billabong
Claiming I'm feeling you all,
Promise I'll pick up my phone, honest
Ah, man, my visions so pricey
Director of the year, I know these shooters don't like me
There's shooters out in harlem, but they ain't nothing like me
For the green, they squeezing lemon heads for the ice tea
My sprite tinted, ice in it, right feeling
Cause I poured a little donatello in it
Rose gold, red does it, yellow in it
Me and money we're aquainted, I nevere befend it

Giggle when I broke, laugh hard when I'm rich
Pass bars like a scholar, with dollars and cop cars
Boy nobody know how I give it, on my style
I switch it up, from head to toe
In Givenchy, blind chicks and marijuana
I swear to god you ain't fly
You don't want no problem
My niggas go hard prolly we whippin harlem
And anything fly chase will get it...and when I die
Fuck it, my words will live forever!


Thanks to MARVL for correcting these lyrics