Harlem Envy Perrion & Myth Syzer (Ft. A$AP Ferg & Slim Dollars)

[Verse 1: Perrion]
Harlem nigga on the rise
This shit come easy, I don't even try
I just seperate from the fakes, two face
Want to smile up in your face and tell a bunch of lies
Nigga fuck that bullshit
I'm on the cool shit
I know niggas who always keep full clips
Keep that tool equipped for you shit heads
No chlorine; clean them out like some pool shit
Don't believe? Take a visit to my town
I know OGs that hol' the block down
I been around; I seen it all
My niggas' records ain't clean at all
Never told a lie, I mean it all
Nigga pass the Moe, I'll drink it all
I don't give a fuck what you think at all
These gold digging hoes get no cream at all
My team is strong; home team
Raider Clan, A$AP right by my side
That pretty young thing be moaning
She a bad bitch who would ride or die
No E-V-E but she’d peep the G
Now she fiending, want to creep with me
And she love the D, when I give it to her
But still slut, you get no fucking mula
Slick with the words I’mma fucking ruler
Niggas cold with the flow we be fucking cooler
Get on stage, bet they fucking boo ya
Fake niggas, I can see right fucking through ya
Had to catch my breath
Carrots, poison, pearls keep me fresh to death
We getting it and you getting nothing
And that’s real shit, Why y’all niggas fronting?