Lyrics:
New York in pinstripes
Reppin' New York in pinstripes
On to pretty boy Gretzky
That's right pretty and blessed
Around him enforcers put you into
to me their backs crack
New girl is itty-bitty, wear her like a backpack
When she walk into the room the dudes always turning their backs
But she only
the flu - Achoo!
OMG - I'm peaking the Z
Mobile if the money is free
New York timing meets and Cali summertime
They adding me
Surrally, if this shit ain't
neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake
Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade
You wildin' on the stretcher and shit,
comfort there
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me
Bleeding me
Selling crack up in the alley (trap)
Pull up with the tool and
Spray the whole damn block (spray)
I’m a playboy
Like "In New York I milly rock" (sock)
Hit
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Just chillin' up in New York City
One got witty
Took his mask off, he a dumb ass
Got him on viddy
Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle"
Blaow,
my mind bro, I wanna get lost
I’m not talking bout the sauce, I’ve been living in the sauce, oh boy
Carolina side coleslaw, oh boy
You know that I come
in a New York minute
Flow so cold shit got New York timid
Boy I know you softer than newborn kittens
I got a hot streak only a few gon witness
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga
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
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
a hurry, just in the nick of time
Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles
Well here's the first style, right out
Here I am Lord please forgive me
For all the years I've been living for me
Please give me a new identity
Just call me a child of the one true King
can throw on ice
Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high
With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise
In a field
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
Aye yo this your boy Busta Rhymes Conglomerate in the building
Big up to the homie F-O-L Aight
Dallas Texas stand up
We gon get the F-O-L's new
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
don't make no sense
That the only way to find my rest
Is in obedience
Cuz
I've lived my whole life
By my own rules
I ain't know what living was
Until I
I'm the muthafuckin' nigga in yo city, nigga and in mine
Tell that hoe to leave me lone, nigga I only fuck wit' dimes
Got these niggas threatenin'
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