Seedy Motherfucker

[Produced by Black Mack & Archy (King Krule)] [Verse 1] I’m from New York when Wu-Tang was rising Ain’t from New York in the 80’s when crackheads was wildin' When it had the needle in it or when Malcolm was dyin' I’m from New York when cops watch falcons is spyin Maybe that’s how come I’m eyein' Ayy motherfucker, that’s passin on buyin' A cap with a sports jacket, they lying It’s paranoia, what the fuck is paranoia London got them cameras on ya New York got their hands all on ya Atlanta got hammers on ‘em New York too they bag the bodies, slam ya Neo neck and hands and shoulders New York winters can’t get colder Til I hit that Midwest Shit’s next, can of Cobra in my hand Colder than sandals in the snow I’ve been traveling, who told ya Got my banner with a coqui and a clover Hold me closer shorty told me when I left back in October [Hook] Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much Now I need substance [?] it means much [Verse 2] I need the subs up in this whip just like I need blunts I need a call my love, I need to dream up A whole lot of shit, I rep up I dreamt up Seems only in my sleep’s where it kept up So I sleep all fuckin' day once I get up Stick out my neck, grab my hair, pull my head up Today I'ma drown in spit from the neck up Crept up waiting, couldn’t wait now I’m next up Out in London, I’m next to Skepta Just a God though, back home, I’m next to Londo [Hook] Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much Now I need substance [?] it means much [Bridge] Wanna sit on a curb now, don’t wanna worry bout What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web Half of it’s bullshit, half of it’s from the herbs’s head Livin' with critics, they butcher lyrics The words I said But I’m livin' with it Damn, in school I be learning less I be learning less, I be learning less [Verse 3] Ain’t it funny when I’m home I feel most alone But when I’m a nomad on the road, I feel No man loves the city more, you know that’s known But I feel this, ode to the heat, ode to the cold Ain’t talking bout the team, oh no, no, no It’s more bout cream n shit Can’t be satisfied, had to start proving shit Before I could advertise that I was actually high Or while I was doing it, I’m new to it The passion, I’m losing it, that’s new to me On tour they booing me, they say “Who is this?” Man I’ve been traveling the world in this damn van Back home they hype, daps n [?] damn [Hook] Life is what hype is, it don’t mean much You could say that you seen stuff, it don’t mean much I took a mean punch here and there, it don’t mean much Now I need substance [?] it means much [Bridge] Wanna sit on a curb now, don’t wanna worry bout What you heard word of mouth, what y'all heard word of web Half of it’s bullshit, half of it’s from the herbs’s head Livin' with critics, they butcher lyrics The words I said But I’m livin' with it Damn, in school I be learning less I be learning less, I be learning less