East Harlem

Riviir

Compositor: R. Mitchell

Take money, make money, the streets taught me that’s da ways
I got weed to smoke, I got Glocks to spray
I got bitches to fuck, I got tracks to make
Plenty niggaz want me dead, but not today

New York ain’t dead, Káy still spitting
Like Game still a blood, Snoop still crippin’
Pouring henny in da club, my crew still sipping
Werewolves run da night and these niggaz ain’t bitten
Fuck molly, fuck cîroc 'cause shit don’t pop
Street niggaz got shit on lock
Shit don’t stop
Got two bad bitches that sit on cock
Debut album on da way, hope shit don't flop
Came in this game wit a mil in da bank
Play my hits up in da club, gangstas spilling their drink
Fuck with my thugz, you get killed with a shank
Dem Cry Nation boys is as real as you think
Never been a prey, never been I beef I lost
A true G In da streets I walk
Niggaz conversating saying da streets fell off
So I ride through ya trap let three shells off

You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga
You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga

There are rules to hustling
Always keep ya guns loaded, tool tucked in
Homie ain’t down with da set, nigga fuck him
Cops threw my ass in jail, I ain’t gave a fuck since
I'm da new king to my city like da o-five Game to LA
Came with a rage, came here to play
Grant my heart to my city till I lay in da grave
Or till they do me like they did Game in LA
Niggaz love you, they hate you, depends on the days
They’ll forget you and all em hits that you made
Buss a shot for all em bloods and em crips in da cage
I rep Harlem World till I'm hit with da K
We’re predators, we don't talk shit wit da preys
Them rats on ya left could get hit wit da strays
You a snitch so a ditch is ya grave
This is New York but I get clips from VA

You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga
You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga

When I step out
Pull my teck out
You better step down or get down
I'm hot now, I can’t stop now
Rolling in da Benz with Pac in da background
Awesome, trying to make a fortune, I'm flossing
Snitch niggaz talking till they laying in a coffin
Ain’t nothing change nigga, still da same nigga
Purple haze to da brain nigga
And I shine when it's show time
I'm still da same cat, that’s why I'm using my old lines
Them dope rhymes, still getting no shine
Got a chick in da whip, when she strip, she’s so fine
She’s from Harlem so you know she don’t play homie
This ain't no Dre beat, it’s Káy homie
Made it myself, debut album on da way homie
Please! Go ahead motherfucka, hate on me

You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga
You from Harlem
Let It Pop
Every block, every corner
Let it pop
You get it on in da streets
Let it pop
First and second, putting on for da east
Let It pop
Let it pop one time, this east side Harlem nigga

New York City
When you hear that “World”
You Know what it is
Cry Nation
Hahaha
My nigga Riviir
Making the hottest beats
Spitting the hottest bars
No need to look any further
We’re here
Harlem
East side, west side
You know how we’re moving
You know what we’re doing
Haha
For real
Riviir, it’s your year kid
Putting it down for the city
New York
You know what it is
Haha