[Lyric] Rose in Harlem (Rich Rhymer)

[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
[Verse 2: Rich Rhymer]
I'm so Harlem, I'm so Harlem
Feel like Guy Fish, I might just pay for the whole Apollo
Might wear Dapper Dans, same shit that he made my father
I'm dumb Harlem
Bitch, we run Harlem
I beg your pardon, I been a star before the Starter
Bitches love me, call me daddy like I'm they father
She want the flyest in N-Y, tell her bitch we autumn
Yeah, little bitch, we autumn
Bitch, we autumn, hoes get fuck with condoms
Hoes can't baby mom 'em
Nope, I gotta dodge 'em
She the head just like a Spalding, I'ma palm her
Straight lob but alley-oop, I'm no sponsor
I'm a monster, no imposters, only mobsters
Real kingpins, the plugs don't overcharge 'em
Want me on the beat? Never speak to your honor
You ain't in the streets? Fuck it, I gotta charge 'em
My man tryna eat? Fuck it, I never starve 'em
He ain't 'bout that beef? Fuck it, don't involve 'em
Talkin' like he sweet? We forty-fiver revolve him
You know me, where I'm from, I'ma killer rhymer and robber

[Verse 3: Dave East]
I could line this shit up like a barber
Shot him in the Bronx and they heard this shit in Carver
Legend in the flesh, I'ma go out as a martyr
We couldn't afford a Phantom, we was tryna get a Charger (Uh)
Hate on the God, you goin' against your religion (Uh)
My niggas got iPhones in prison
Ribbon in the Sky, Stevie Wonder
Both ribs touchin', see my hunger
I'm shittin' on niggas, I need a plunger (Ugh)
I'm feelin' like Durant when he first got with the Thunder (Uh)
And got outta Seattle, nigga, I ain't tryna battle, nigga (Uh)
You ain't nice, you puttin' shit together, this ain't Scrabble, nigga
I coulda did the 'Rari but the Wagon different
Amiris fit me tight, Glock 40 got me saggin' in 'em
Money comin' in, it got me spendin', bro, got another ten to blow
Most them niggas broke, beam on it, lookin' in the scope
Def Jam advances, they thought that I signed with Interscope
Uh, you nice in the park, I'ma go D-1
I ain't Bishop but I got the Juice like a Capri Sun
Cuzzo came up on a brick, I told 'em that I need one
I'm tailor suited at your funeral, make sure that the beef done
Lotta mamas pickin' coffins 'cause niggas snitch often
Fuck the trap, we baggin' up at the Ritz-Carlton
Big crib, I'm on Bel-Air like Will and Carlton
Got niggas I hired, they posted the flyer, go and rob 'em
Paid a bird for the chain, free Juelz
I'm smokin' on some shit you never smelled
I spend your rent on a belt, Louis
I'm just here to provide some shit that you never felt
They rappin' 'bout drugs they never dealt and then they XXL
We vacuum seal in case they wanna smell
I'm watchin' for them dogs while I'm talkin' to the Lord
Talkin' canine, like Marvin, I heard this shit through the grapevine
I was stressed 'til I learned how to chef, just call me Raekwon (Just call me Raekwon)
[Outro]
A rose in Harlem
A rose in Harlem
A rose in Harlem
A rose in Harlem