Lyrics:
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike,
money everywhere I go
From the 5-0-4, New York to London
All you bitches can just sit back and watch
How me and Puffy be on it
Like Diddy we get
today
Why you making me mad
Today ain't a bad day
I'm gunna be glad
If ain't feel sad again
Why you talk about love
When you can't really tell when I'm
Entrepreneur
Entrepreneur
Only aim to gain some equity
But it's never gonna change
Still got that
New york city walk
New york city talk
New york city swag
Twenty
Dont talk shit i can detect lies
Be ready bitch its ep rise
Yeah yeah yeah
I had to roll the dice had to get
A piece of that pie
Pedal to the metal like
and then you stock it
But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
Every thought in the mind is
I'm not
Swagger it's in my roots
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They
Glacier you cold
Ay, Ima go ima go harder this year
Can't hear that bullshit they talk in my ear
Still got that drive ain't no park it's in gear
swing
At your feet, have you in the air
While I stare, slow mo saying boy
Im glad that ain't me
Not asop, no fable
God brings a new level
Like i'm playing
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
delicate
Dedicated elevated
Aren't you really glad I made it
Even though I'm aggravating
To you
All things is mine
Its my mind
I can't fake it
Feeding me
rule the world
Baby I swear you
Baby I would die
I would run to you
We're leaving New York to the rain
East of the summer, see you again
I love you baby,
hoe
Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I`m strapped I can`t fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with
And I was like, it ain't out yet, chill, fall back
You can't get this shit
Yo, I been to certain places and
You know me, you know, me havin' a little
General guidelines to ride by
Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine
Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime
And nigga we
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all
Remain humble continue to pay my dues
On god I won't be another random rapping dude
Most of these niggas out here ain't got a clue
Swear I'm surrounded by
Before
E
That's everyone else
Expect to see
Deez
Indeed
I succeed
Believe
And chase
Your dreams
Taking a flight to New York
Ain't nobody kno
Who
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
then don't talk to me
Ain't too many of us left, that ain't hard to see
I hardly sleep, I'm just makin' sure we all can eat
June, July, and August
'cause he can't stop
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (Brooklyn baby)
He is, he is (New York)
No, No, No, Notorious
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-Let these, l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
name
You was just a new born
When we flew the New York
Fast forward a couple months
I thought you how the walk
Caught your momma doing dirt
When she say
of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk that talk
if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives
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