Lyrics:
Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'
There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
To the R, now say
on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I
it's so sad
I smile big cause I'm glad
Too busy getting to the bag
Bitch!
Hating on me ain't gonna make you no profit
Try to be like me, might hurt ya
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
they tell you what to do when they ain't in your positions
Never said I'm perfect in this life I made some bad decisions
But who didn't
Won't let my
to follow y'all memory lane man
Big you be ashamed to see New York gangbang
Pac you feel the same thing they use your name in vein
But I guess that's
a bitch, I'll fuck your friend
This nigga trippin', I'll say it again
You can hear the tag, beat made by Zay
Had to come back to rap, these niggas ain't safe
checks so live like I flex i'd give it all back
I'm humble at best but don't talk out your neck still you can get checked
Best show some respect i'll cause
Really coming from the bottom, I can't diss the struggle
The path ain't really easy, so you know you gon' fumble
Gotta be able to hold ya head up through
head, gettin' hella dank
I drop my top when it's hot and sunny
So how you talk shit when you ain't havin' no money
I set trends in the rap game bitch
reason why I want you
Keep me cool when it's hot out, make me feel like a new dude when the sun rise out
Make me feel whole where the pie now? I got
treasure
I'm glad I found you
(They can talk about you)
They can talk, they don't know nothin' about you
You are the only one that I see in my dreams
You
How you like it nigga
I took yo style
I aint doin' no third verse
Imma just talk to you nigga
Like you do when you get mad at me cause
You cant
Thought you had the streets watching my new shit is disruptive
Destroying every criticism every constructed
You speak bout clothes and ya luggage
I rap bout
you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from
New York
Hometown hero you know the livest them
Shout out to Big-ford Stuyvesant
Most slept on I got to be homie
To proteges I'm the prodigy homie
Fall
front in New York
'Cause some of us is runnin' from court
Smokin' weed, mumblin' thoughts
Tryin' to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob
it right now, gotta do it right now
When I spit it, no, you know I'm never lost
Hold up, tell me big, how much is a pie cost?
Let me get it, let me
the Huxtables
Persistent with the hustle, now we gaining new customers
Took one dream, wrote it down, now I'm living it
If you ain't grinding with me, you ain't
glad to
Bought a new bitch for my bag, I mean
Bag for my bitch and it's matte blue, yeah
I can't believe we got in
With the MAC through
Finally all of my
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
I’ve finally found what went wrong
I’ve finally found the wrong in you
Look revenge is best served cold
I call this one humble pie
Don’t call me
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I
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