Strong hip-hop track by Raydeo.
Artist about the track:
The single was recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mark Matter of Record House in Queens, NY. Raydeo had this to say about the creative process and writing the song “I feel like where I live in Washington Heights isn’t represented at all in hip hop, even though it’s really the heart of Harlem. So I decided to dive into my world, my growing pains, the people I grew up with and some I lost along the way. For people who want to know who I am through listening to my music, this track is the answer.”
Ahh It's that nigga Raydeo He back NYC shit ya heard, representin Your lovely hero as is Ready to whoop that ass in fashion Ha Listen, listen Listen, it's kinda dangerous The way I hog the bathroom I be thinking on some anal shit Onto myself may I explain a bit Corrosion's got me flooded Constipated way I caved them in I wipe my ass call that a dirty sin Attitude on latitude My world's an open bin Castrated public figures Just a nigga with some skin Like tin tin I'm adventurous Captain of this ship Watching sailor moon Back in my momma crib City in the background New York state of mind The mist Fisting up the game Procreate the saint Smiling excuse for pain No we're not the same Cut from different fabric Peep the suede Witnessing your ace Fuck a spade Hold the card that dealt The Price is right Andalé Dripped in purple rain Thugs be crying I be straight Face to face Sipping paint Boy I saturate this lane That's nothing nigga C'mon stop playing with me That ain't nothing More like bars Feel like candy You know what I'm sayin Cavities on your teeth Nigga Finger roll up Fizzled up they crave Filled with taste Like it's soda Off section eight Now hold up Call up my Pocahontas Love the hardest cause I'm sober Natively gassed that native weed High off life the tree Love thy enemy Hate or love is just a frienemy Dummy Kill you with a hug I'm softly bugging Was about three years old When I started punching Leaning off the line Was never straight Too busy munching Four quarters my doritos Feeling like nemo Lost in amount zeros Pockets on equal Roam around the block poquito Families and people Uncle had his teeth filled with gold We called em Tito Living off that bug life Experiment with that front pipe Frontal lobe on that wrong right Hard knocks that block that fun life Grass hopping now hold tight Bold enough got to molding up Sewing up on that old bite Gapping wrapping no old spice Yea right Fruit ninja the street Sliced it up Now how's the fair slice Ninety nine cents Who would ever guessed I was rich spite Back in oh six lite Sneakers with some crease might Fuck a check I hit flight Tongue out and all Dunks spiked height Slow it Done spike height My career manual engineer Cannot interfere Persevere Presence was my weapon Shooting since eleven I was level headed It's a massacre my nigga From my action figure setting Stop playin with me, nigga Stop playin with me Yeah we back in this motherfucker Maniac, maniac Maniac to your mother fuckin' face