Queen Street Memories

And if i held a band it was going right back to the plug And i was going right back to the plug Hustling my ass through the mud (yuh) Hardly ever leave the neighorhood Unless i had to go downtown to them neighborhoods That i worked in Qne day thats gon' be my neighborhood, still! (still) Put it on my name i put it on my hood (PARKDALE) Queen street memories forever been instilled Store 3three blocks uphill, no metrocard so Now i gotta steal Paint cans shaking in my backpack Why? I could never sit still I got this artistic vision But same time, I ain't got nobody to listen Same time, I'm living in the city of wishes Collective's full of paints and I'm full These hits bitch Walk to the house of balloons When i was feeling the blues And think about the things i wanna do too But i aint got no money now to even get in the booth I know that if i did that i was gon' be someone too And if i held a band, it was going right back to the plug And i was going right back to the plug Hustling my ass through the mud But i could never ever seem to come up If i held a band, it was going right back to the plug And i was going right back to the plug Hustling my ass through the mud But i could never ever seem to come up Fake Louis bags, fake Louis tags, on the floor of the building With the piss in the cracks of the stairs From the crack heads Come here, buying they bags 103 and 105 was always known for that And i race to Seventeen Seventeen Get a rack bounce back Go to Dawes in the cab Ex like, "i hope you come back" She was always tripping Why i cut that Put my ass in a prison before i don't come back But bitch I'm finna come back I'm finna come back (all the time like dat) And if i held a band it was going right back to the plug And i was going right back to the plug Hustling my ass through the mud Queen street memories forever Thinking back on all the foggy weather Surprised my memories this clear I always told everybody WIN and we won't stop Now it's just MADKAT I'm finna be on top They blowing kisses to A real bitch Visions chilling in my crib I am very malicious I intend to get it how I live These hoes is some pigeons Why they always flying crib to crib Bitches snitching to my baby daddy F*ck you doing bitch? I'm killing em', ouu, I'm killing em' Murder, serious Villain (yuh) Hitting these hoes 'till They delirious James Bond, on my James Bond Ouuu I'm furious That's why All these bitches they be scared of us Like terrorists Mothafucka's (they be comparing us)