Bundle Up - Nino Man, Freeway

I still hustle til' the sun come up

I’m from Harlem so my ones still up, it’s a cold winter

I’m selling dope, getting bundles off

Same block we got money, we had rumbles off

Back then, they used to wish me well

But they ain’t know I used to wish as well

I was stealing quarters out the wishing well

It was real back then, I was a different male

Bitches wouldn’t fuck me cuz I used to kiss and tell

You damn right I did it my nigga

Use to call the homies like «Yo, I hit it my nigga»

I’m Nino Man, you know these hoes be winning my nigga

She wanna count money but no, I shouldn’t my nigga

I was making money off the block like (?)

Always kept a burner in the building where the mail be

Mail man asked where I get it, he like «tell me»

I’m like «nigga, please, just tell me when I get mail, B»

If you from the streets, real niggas heard you

Came from the sewer like a Ninja Turtle

Ya’ll know Nino Man always speak the realist

But I’ma let the big bro, Freeway kill this

Ex drug dealers, from Bandles to Villas

They seen a pick, they wonder what the deal is

They said I need a grip, they said «it's no sweat

You bomb Funk Flex and stay next to them 5 peelers»

Check my credentials, 100 million later, joint venture the same

Label was Al-Qaeda

From the benches to world stardom, my crew made it

No, we can’t go cuz we so soulful like Miles Davis

Down the way, I sold rocks to my neighbors

Now, I’ma rockstar, repped the ROC on stages

Had to switch up the cadence to stack up my wages

It’s a given, need that college tuition for the babies

On a daily, had 3 wings, fried rice and gravy

Used to push squadders, now we ride Mercedes

Used to rhyme for free but now, ya’ll gotta pay me

Boy, I’m straight stuntin';

Kayslay me

Haters wanna lay me, mad cuz the radio play me

These people wanna DOA me

That’s why I keep the jammy everywhere I go

Coming for them grammy’s like my nigga from Chicago

It’s your chance, better go hard as I go

Nice with the hands, hit ya’ll niggas wit a combo

Still knocking niggas off their high horse;

Tonto

I’m Roc Nation’s muscle, head honcho

We vacate at Brussels;

eat Waffles

We law low in the Bay cuz we Mobsters, nigga