City Of Dreams (feat. SHAKE DESPERADO & RON LOW EZ)

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Almeda Realz

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Nah, nah, nah, y'all won't f*ck with the team
We from New York, it's the big city of dreams
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Don't f*ck with the team

No mumble rap, my nigga, no tight jeans shit
Far rock America, nigga, be on my queen shit
Head shake money up, nigga, you gettin' clean quick
Do a lot of talk in my G, but you ain't seen shit

I don't know what they thought, but they let the beast out
Be on my Casanova shit, homie, and I get teeth out
Be in Rochester, my haters will chalk you out
My darn and my rally killers will toss you out

New York fell off? Nah, that's a dream
Had to f*ck 6ix9ine, took down a whole team
When I go O.T., they see I'm briny and skinny
When real niggas come, them bitch niggas will leave

Get the picture, catch you slippin' while you sippin' liquor
Never been to cityscapes, homie, but I can get a strip
A different nigga, but you better catch up, though
I can sell you bars, but still couldn't catch my flow

And before I go, never let them pitch your stash
Far as rappers go, I'm sendin' niggas back to the lab
Nah, nah, nah, y'all won't f*ck with the team
We from New York, it's the big city of dreams

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Don't f*ck with the team
Take the bubblegum rap, quit it with the tight shit
I speak for the reaper and everybody on the night shift

This is priceless, the city of dreams
Creatin' a bunch of nightmares with the grittiest team
On the corner, yak sippin', talkin' how your mac different
Waitin' on a call so you can go on a clap mission

Or a stick up, you know a hood nigga
Hoodie on, hands in his pocket like, what's good, nigga
You want the fetty, though? If not, he gon' let it go
Man's in the waiting bus, they gassed, I'm at the Getty, though

The apple rotten, for nothin' get the droppin
Whoever around shape for sure, get it poppin
Potato on the pump, face up in the stockin
Bullets on the relay, they racin' and they knockin

And it's shockin' New York behavior
Call before you come here, if not, I can't save ya
Nah, nah, nah, y'all won't f*ck with the team
We from New York, it's the big city of dreams

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Don't f*ck with the team
We in the city with the cars out
Bum-ass fly niggas from Fall Rock

Dirty lil' fly niggas gettin' it
Niggas rap about it, we talkin', we really livin' it
Fresh up out the paint with the mud, my boots timbalin
I'ma bring it back to Army Jackets and Black Macs

Fatigue's on, gettin' my lane on in the blue Jag
Touchscreen up in the whip, it's like a iPad
Put your location in my G, and I'ma find that
I'm headed in the city where it's litty and it's live at

F*ck a couple bitches, get a bottle, then we ride back
I'm on a different type time with this shit
If nothin' else work, then I'm back up on the strip
I'm waitin' like a ER patient, I'm tryin' to cake it

But you'd rather see me fucked on up, so I gotta take it
Money talk, all that bullshit walk
You can keep bumpin' your gums till your mouth gets sore
You ain't talkin' bout no paper, then don't count me in it

I ain't givin' you even half a minute, talk to me
Real niggas f*ck with my O.T
Real G's salute me, New York O.T
From the bricks to the muds, the crips and the bloods

To talkin' on the beat like this is what I does
Nah, nah, nah, y'all don't wanna f*ck with the ting
We from New York, it's the big city of dreams
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Don't f*ck with the ting
Don't f*ck with the ting

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