I was a poor nigga
Now I’m a ______ nigga
You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas
In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny sistas
Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s
New York gay boys, copy fashion magazines,
Or tv streams, or str8t acting dreams
Fuckin’ around like there’s no more disease
Fuckin’ around like we’ze on shootin’ sprees
I’m from North Cackalacky, but got an east coast swagger
See me I got the arts and letters, BFA dagger,
I get up on the stage, point from left to right
Pushin on my actors just to get it fuckin’ right
Feel em pullin out your tears, make you laugh and holler
My muses, with my guidance, make you throw down mighty dollars
See Niegel play fa keeps, and Niegel stay wit heat
I can’t go commercial, they love my avante-garde beats
I’m a real artsy man, a MOMA loves me man
Don’t make me put you in a participatory art thing man
Walkin’ to Detroit, Still bring my queer vibe
Niggas screaming faggot, we gonna skin yo skinny hide
I was a poor nigga
Now I’m a ______ nigga
You can find me up in Greenpoint, chillin’ with the hipstas
In my fourth floor walkup bangin’ tranny Sistas
Or the backseat puttin’ down the master fista’s