The rest is not our business by Greg Santos Lyrics

awe baby
back a bit
when some
something
or other
wise better day
was here

we laid wet
nights to waste
togged slick
to bricks
pockets out
steaming hot
twenty below

cold chill
bones burnt
weather or not
son showed
on point off center
fresh sans a scent
to spend
less to invest
down jones
so low east
dark side streets
know where
white price
be right

nam mean
vets spittin
yo general derecho
for giggles
sun staring
shit bout
to get heated

den up town
eye ma tell ya
seen your uh
primero cuz
bronx cherry bombs
popping off
sub ways

nine seven
flex n them
doubled up
in the cut
murda music
on the wire
to tap to
rolling deep
else solo
clearly draped
in stank
on ya list
check again
me migo

after horas
fumes fit
the bill sized
split lips
lit kicks
and you say
new york city

whole piece
like whoa when
trade stood still
neg fucks
was a given
swy we took it there
and dim sum