Lyrics:
max deals, tryna get 30 mil from Sony
I'm a New York with a real bad bitch
I feel like the one, hoe be toppin' on me
I hit her phone, she is not
listenin' to your homies they be leavin' you blind
what, I can trust her? (Yeah, yeah)
Word like I'm a king for real
New York, y'all know relationships
me by my government name
Money helps me, it just easing the pain
Run it up, Run it up
Like I'm Usain
Roll it up, Roll it up
Get a new strain
I'm
D cups
Spiderman saw Doctor Oct spittin' off the top of a New York City bus
City Island eatin' shrimps
Throwin' fries in water to swans and ducks
New York Monday
Looking at the BET cypher like
I’ll be there one day
It’s the Roc reincarnated
We call it Visionary
Fuck the world ’til I’m on top
We
stations I own
Give every girl a New York a cellular phone
Interstate highway controller 22 thousand cars on the freeway
Co-signer by myself, under me one
was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
I wake up from my bed
>From East point to New York
It's Outkast runnin' through why'all
Allaljuah
Oh why'all
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess
missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
>From East point to New
the feathers (feathers)
Nice with the message (message), climb when I'm steppin' (steppin')
Runnin' through New York like Will with the shepherd (woo), legend
here in Pittsburgh
Eating rat bitches everyday since birth
Ima steal they man take em' back to New York
I live for the applause Baby I'm not talking Gaga
to stay, to….)
We'll had to meet this promoter in New York
So we met at the Hilton Hotel at the lobby
We said we have to leave immediately to Germany
So we
New York homie
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then say dat we upholdin'
every so often
You sayin' I got my swagger back
I'm lookin' like bitch, my swagger never left
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Cremation of struggle is all that I need
I'm becoming what they call a beast
New York in the summer
I'm pumping this water
You know that it's over Kelis
Im
for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
pounds that fuck you up like a plane wreck
Don't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eye
My style, top secret like a Bosnian spy
Now why, New York
to find the groove, eyesight to the blind
I met her on the corner, down by first avenue
A lost and knowing daughter, I didn't have a clue
She asked what I
to the jet code
But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch
Change steering wheel guidence
that New York state of mind
Hate me, but I still survive
Visit the bodega
I'm just happy papa still alive
Pull up on my nigga
Roll a spliff up and just
fire ass nigga
Poppin' ass nigga
Who hot as me
I let you drive the boat
Then jumped 'inna plane
'Inna pilot seat
On God (um God)
I'm on God speed
On God
Hand in hand in hand
in the arms of a man
who will take care of me
who will do what he can
On the streets of New York
On the streets of New York
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