Illest Shorty Alive Lyrics

True York

Yeah

Uh huh

Where NY at

Vibe with me

Yerr

Here's a little story bout a shorty with dreams

By the name of Cory from the borough of Queens

Came up amidst the hustlers, praying mothers and fiends

Crooked police, booking pushers for cheap

NYC, Home of the brave and the land of the scheme

So much dough to be made

Won't even notice your grave

How'd I make it a survivor

Without cuffs on my wrists

And grow up breathing brush fires

Setting cities ablaze

Scribing Stories full of plenty of pain

Spill my blood to the pad

Writing my life while I empty my veins

Take my message 'round the world

Til the whole planet echos my name

And the sunshine connects to my chain

Yo I got it out the mud

Now i'm Walkin the skies

Guaranteed you've never seen this meteoric a rise

His Mama calling him, Son

The people calling him, Fri

Acclaimed universally the illest shorty alive

Hands High

Til you touching the sky

If they said you'll never make it and wasn't 'posed to survive

Ever since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Hands High

Til you touching the sky

If they said you'll never make it

And wasn't 'posed to survive

My pains, my flaws

My hurts, my faults

Took'em all

And I turned them into Gold

Something like Rap alchemy

Screaming loud from the balcony

That imma live in infamy

If any have it out for me

What he isn't is iffy

If he measured by his output

See how he fits in influence with lyrics

Inwardly, Outwardly

Intimately inflicting affect on anyone out to be

Next

Stealing their minutes and seconds

And wrecking hourly

So watch how you shout at me

Cuz boy it's my time

Story of my life gonna be a boy and his rhymes

I'm a supreme machine

A optimist in his prime

Premier rapper under five'9

five'4 but could cast a shadow that would cover a pine

Why you all think they call him a Giant?

Little big homie since a little kid

Only difference is

Now I Know better so I Flow better Ya dig

Hands High

Til you touching the sky

If they said you'll never make it and wasn't 'posed to survive

Ever since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Since five knew I was the illest shorty alive

Hands High

Til you touching the sky

If they said you'll never make it

And wasn't 'posed to survive

Just keep grinding

You'll make it one day

Keep your eyes on the prize and some day

You'll be at the top little homie

You'll be at the top little homie

Just keep grinding

You'll make it one day

Keep your eyes on the prize and some day

You'll be at the top little homie

You'll be at the top little homie