NMIM - Wiki, A-cab, Slicky Boy

When I migrate

When I get on stage and I gyrate

Mind state vibrate

Spine shake violate

Any motherfucker make a wild face

Mic makes

Marks in my head yeah that I take

To my face

Amen god send

Motherfucker on ten

Opposite of balding

Hair growing

No Air Jordan’s

It’s the opposite of balling

Back home no phone trying' call him

Withdraw been too hard some I’m all in

Y’all been too hard on em gotta calm him

City is scalding mixed in the stew in a cauldron

He grew in the city that taught him

Don’t put pity up on him

Man it’s just Wiki’s problem

Still the City gonna solve him

Young Don Luis

On duty

I’m wrong?

sue me

She on to me

Get the groupie out I’m all loopy

Why you all moody?

Why involve Rudy Giuliani?

World turning all loony

Back to my home where it’s you, me

Moms, pops, my chick and her bomb booty

How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in manhattan?

When I been right on top of one macking

For the past 20 years past 23 years

Took a couple years just to get passed the piers

Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer

Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year

«what he gonna do man?»

Stuck up in the stew

Truth kills

Always be wondering who’s real

Loose feel

When I be holding on blue steel

Who kills?

Not you nigga stop fronting

Seen you pussy out the scrap

With all of your teeth punched in

When it’s winter time in the City

Nigga we go hunting

«or sit inside in the crib comfy and get blunted»

Eyes low bloody knuckles dwelling looking manic

Dealing with the shade and expectations hard to manage

When you coming from the lower with the demons and the xanax

Niggas trying shoot you on the cannon

Swear to God ain’t no love in the streets

I’ll take your girl make love in the sheets

How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in manhattan?

When I been right on top of one macking

For the past 20 years past 23 years

Took a couple years just to get passed the piers

Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer

Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year

«what he gonna do man?»

Stuck up in the stew

Nowadays I feel numb not feeling a thing

A tense up pain struck like emotions within

I’m overwhelmed freaking out all alone in the crib

So why talk no one listens it’s a waste of my time

I’d rather smoke and get lost while enjoying my high

I be running from my problems finding somewhere to hide

In the City of 9 milli it’s just you and I

Me and New York it’s a bitch to get by

I can’t front I gotta hustle just to make it alive

Nothing’s free my girl’s yelling and she’s coming at me

Throwing a fit

How I’m broke and I ain’t worth shit

This is it

Stupid chick told me stop be slick

But I can’t

It’s true

Stuck up in the stew

The motherfucking cauldron

The mixing pot

How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in manhattan?

When I been right on top of one macking

For the past 20 years past 23 years

Took a couple years just to get passed the piers

Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer

Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year

«what he gonna do man?»

Stuck up in the stew

Stuck up in the stew man

What he gonna do damn