646 - 704 - 2610 - RATKING

21st century pay phone user

It’s kinda nice, nice when I’m tryna lose ya

But when I’m tryna chill, all these pay phones been abused up

That one don’t work, that one pissed on, that one shitted on

That one has some extra vodka that I’m sippin' on

Quarter hoarder, quarters gripped in my palm

Just so when I’m ready I can slip it upon the coin slot

New York native, ain’t rocking no loin cloth

Don’t make LO of those, zone is closed

Fingers frozen cold, oh

No, forgot I was holdin' the phone

Now I gotta think up numbers, come on throw me a bone

I wonder how their '94 lenox has been

Hello, hello?

Yo, Hak

What’s good on the block, what it is?

Why’s this number blocked?

Who is this?

It’s just Wik on 96th

Whats the ish?

I wish I had a chick on my dick

To be specific, a thick spic lick it quick

My mental ways are sick, resorting to a porno flick

Give me satisfaction since I get no action

I guess I’m just another kid

Caught up in the faction of whacking

It’s true, I do more jacking than macking

And I do more eyeing than trying, but…

Wik you small, but you '93, I’m '94

Let’s explore your cerebral cortex wall

Aw, flatter me, you had to be

Got the blacker half of you, Puerto Rican half of me, naturally

Even when you mad at me, end up giving daps to me

This fucking herb bagging bitches casually

Thought at 17 that should be me

What I’m supposed to have, a social status on a social ladder?

Keep climbing, I’ma keep rhyming

We mixed rising

She’s dick riding

Pigs snipe, mix sirens hit hydrants

Let it off, shit’s flying, hit the fan

That really happen?

Nah, but you get me, fam?

Overreactive, matter of fact over-attracted

To every ho that pass with her overgrown assets

And a so-on-tone accent

Never slow

If only I could remember this bitch when I’m grown

And if I could remember this bitch as I get older

Spit cold as if I had a chip on my shoulder

I got a tangled heart and twisted leg

Bally bully, third finger slinger

I’d walk every step back till dawn

Wipe my palms and say what up to my moms

So we can kick some thoughts, we can get along

Bang our feet, sing a sticky summer song

Why’d I have to deck him?

Thought he was my best friend

Now you logged Louis before, the senses loony

No rest for the wicked, my mind tryna do me

«Life is like a movie» really screwed me

Figuring out how you be while I do me

Lenox, so you getting kinda loony, out of line

Throw another quarter, yo we slippin' on the time

Got you, got you

I’m about to drop two

Quarters in the slot, do it

For my man Hak-a-loog'

Hak is rude

Chillin' with my mans Wiki One Eyebrow

Chillin' with Hak with the bum ass style

Chillin' with my mans Wiki One Eyebrow

Chillin' with Hak with the bum ass style

See?

We both keep it raw

Keep it hard when we speak

Where should we meet?

96th street, last car on the 3

Peace

Peace, peace