Rose in Harlem Rich Rhymer (Ft. Dave East)

[Intro: Rich Rhymer]
A rose in Harlem
Harlem
A rose in Harlem
Uptown, downtown
A rose in Harlem
East side, West side
A rose in Harlem
Uh

[Verse 1: Rich Rhymer]
Party up in Harlem, baby, cut the cake, hustler estate
Wear earrings and chains, bust down watches, I could bust down a face
I'm a fly nigga with money, what the the fuck you think?
Where we pump the weight
I come from 8th, I come from a place where they dumpin' eights
Where pretty boys clock niggas with a tupper face
Rеal shooters that shootin' and they don't pump a fake
Ay, ay, this onе for the gates
I'm that nigga from 110th to 55th
So much that, nigga, I think I could fuck any bitch
So much that, nigga, hoes meet and say that I'm great
Never could I player hate, I'm the player they hate
I'm new Harlem, I'm old Harlem
Your bitch doin' tricks on my balls like a Globetrotter
Go the whole product, Coke proper, we showstoppers
Where the money made, drug dealers I role modeled
I'm so Harlem