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CHRIS FAUST lyrics : "54 To Barclays"

Hey Rome wasn't built in a day
Patience I tell my ^!$$%s while I sip my Earl Grey
Slower the motion I bring commotion to this young %#@!

Thinking that she bait
And I should make her $$# pay 'cause this foul %#@! is crazy


I leave before the big screen bottles and naked women
Thinking they've been seduced
And I come from Queens too princess at 16

Drew more than the sixteen born breaded on Flushing
With their scrap pics and Phantoms
And ex drug dealers who met their end in a Phantom

And robbed him in his sleep lil' ^!$$%s they say I end 'em
And 'is another hungry ^!$$% in the hood
And they say that men who don't wish only wish that if they could

They would take it alive at twenty something dog
I made it past them clockers and I'm clocking in
They in my space it's steady taking all my oxygen

I need to breathe time to breeze and that's before I put my draws on
All black tux gold watches go with the four doors
Short skinny tie so chicks know where they're chores go

Ripping at the old school looking like they know you
Respect is everything and everything is when they show you
And she don't know your name but still willing to blow you

Code 45 bag class act play ground
54 to Barclay backpacking for spare ground


Fast money fast cars what you after?
And I don't know you but I'm tryina get more out of life than what you after
Top that top chef be cooking

More shows more hoes they looking
More crack more cops in Brooklyn
I'm just tryina keep my soul clean

Man we just tryina keep my hoes lean

Part of me $#&@ed the J arresting those who up their way

'be making cake by keeping all my ^!$$%s safe
Question who was bluff and fake destiny or $#&@ing fate
I'm tryina do in one year what Barrack Obama did in eight

'reefer I'm killing zeroes
It's funny what these lil' ^!$$%s calling heroes
That's all pack it on the brim shorty sneak a fellow

I'm in the zone with the black kush cigarillos
You see back when my pops was still ill for my arm
I feel bad for your soul 'cause you can't be honest

So I graduated top class class full of honors
So I could sit with Yale chicks bragging about my commas
And my momma always told me you are dog or you aren't

The have versus the have nots
You say your life's a (*##$ but she say you have @@#!
And that's the face groupies give when I tour the block

But your highness saw you up with that coronas
With your mom and little grinder
Sweat pants knicks and Lady Gaga

You the finest but here's the problem
I worked all day to rock this new %#@!
YSL DaVinci crew knit

Cop this ace and dance the music
Yeah hear the true whisper what about


Fast money fast cars what you after?
And I don't know you but I'm tryina get more out of life than what you after
Top that top chef be cooking

More shows more hoes they looking
More crack more cops in Brooklyn
I'm just tryina keep my soul clean

Man we just tryina keep my hoes lean

I guess whatever is the new nice

Half $$# game is the new mic
What if Russell never went to work?
What if Jesus wasn't rebirth?

Cold shots of Jameson neat
I hustle seconds from the Barclays stadium seats
Netflix watching documentaries '

And they all say the same thing die defeat

Fast money fast cars what you after?
And I don't know you but I'm tryina get more out of life than what you after
Top that top chef be cooking

More shows more hoes they looking
More crack more cops in Brooklyn
I'm just tryina keep my soul clean
Man we just tryina keep my hoes lean


But your highness saw you up with that coronas
With your mom and little grinder
Sweat pants knicks and Lady Gaga
You the finest but here's the problem
I worked all day to rock this new %#@!

YSL DaVinci crew knit
Cop this ace and dance the music
Yeah hear the true whisper what about


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