Nino Man - Bundle Up lyrics

I still hustle til' the sun come up
I'm from Harlem so my ones still up
It's a cold winter
I'm selling dope, getting bundles off
Same block we got money, we had rumbles off
Back then, they used to wish me well
But they ain't know I used to wish as well
I was stealing quarters out the wishing well
It was real back then, I was a different male
Bitches wouldn't fuck me cuz I
Used to kiss and tell
You damn right I did it my nigga
Use to call the homies like "Yo
I hit it my nigga" i'm Nino Man
You know these hoes be winning my nigga
She wanna count money but no
I shouldn't my nigga
I was making money off the block like
Always kept a burner in the
Building where the mail be
Mail man asked where I get it
He like "tell me"
I'm like "nigga, please, just tell
Me when I get mail, b"
If you from the streets
Real niggas heard you
Came from the sewer like a Ninja Turtle
Ya'll know Nino Man always speak the realist
But, I'ma let the big bro, Freeway kill this

Ex drug dealers, from Bandles to Villas
They seen a pick
They wonder what the deal is
They said I need a grip
They said "it's no sweat
You bomb Funk Flex and stay
Next to them 5 peelers"
Check my credentials, 100 million later
Joint venture the same label was Al-Qaeda
From the benches to world stardom
My crew made it no, we can't go cuz we
So soulful like Miles Davis
Down the way, I sold rocks to my neighbors
Now, I'ma rockstar, repped the ROC on stages
Had to switch up the cadence
To stack up my wages it's a given
Need that college tuition for the babies
On a daily, had 3 wings, fried rice and gravy
Used to push squadders, now we ride Mercedes
Used to rhyme for free but now
Ya'll gotta pay me
Boy, I'm straight stuntin' Kayslay me
Haters wanna lay me
Mad cuz the radio play me
These people wanna DOA me
That's why I keep the jammy everywhere I go
Coming for them grammy's like
My nigga from Chicago
It's your chance, better go hard as I go
Nice with the hands
Hit ya'll niggas wit a combo
Still knocking niggas off their
High horse Tonto
I'm Roc Nation's muscle, head honcho
We vacate at Brussels eat Waffles
We law low in the Bay cuz we Mobsters, nigga