Lyrics:
the traffic bitch we run the road
Keep it humble you ain't really trappin unless you moving loads
Keep your eyes in the rear when you moving thru the interstate
to fail, the dog is smarter
Than the tail, but if the tail was smarter it would wag the dog
I can't wait til we bag the hogg
New york state of mind
wrong, I told her what she wanna hear and she would eat it up
I don't know, Maybe so, Gotta go, I ain't tryna tease her
Heart is cold as New York how I'm
you
This is my confession I'm
Teaching niggas a lesson
Cause they can't do
What I do here's my confession
Yo, a lot of New York blocks
Are only
and never woke up
And every time I think of him I choke up
Chan say, It's good to talk about Mason, Jason
Aren't you glad you spoke up
We drink cava
"Invasion by creatures from space confirmed
New York City may be the next objective"
[Jise One]
It's the four season apparel stand guard double
the wrong line
And niggas shot up his, look
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I sold crack on corners
Now I'm with a bitch passin' marijuana
In New York
you walk
That's the swagger that you come with when you come from New York
I'm a hustler, I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate, come
humble pie
So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist,
I'm focused when I'm strokin', I could change how you walk
That's the swagger that you come with when you come from New York
I'm a hustler, I just
My sabotage is camouflage and espionage
You ain't having Ra so don't test the god
I'm takin' all orders I can't afford extorters
I hit em in
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never
To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie
to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin'
gonna leave you baby, goin' down to Steamboat Tennessee,
'Cause it's the last time you're a-gonna crease up bedsheets with me!
Your New York lights
threat
I see your sweat roll down your cheek
And your soft and sweet, your talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost
I heard they claimin they up next
But they ain't passing me
I heard he comin through the city
Can't do that for free
You barking up the wrong tree
get degree
let me explain and take you motherfuckers back to the streets
new york the city that showed me how to be me
i’m getting drunk then going
it ain't no trace
Don't come out the house, you can't make it back safe
Walk in with a knot; you know I'm cashing out
Used to tell them folks "Put
and end your shift (talk to 'em)
Hiders called me from the Feds and said
"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift"
Ohh-whoa, ohh (Machine,
homeboy, you see grace
Still unashamed, just in a new space
I'm just a little more humble now
In those Cali streets acting foolish
Tried to run with
Got the gas in the tank fuel by my faith it's rare that I'm on E
I learned having the wrong people around can take you right off your peak
Especially
you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like
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