Lyrics:
niggas on the map, & we coming in with flare
Only thing missing the ones from the chap
Cam, Tony, Garvis & that boy Pat
Chilling round the fire & throwing
I'm living to keep warm, you living to pay rent
I paid my way through, praying to Allah
You played your way through, by living in sci-fi
Bullshitting
Growing up on the streets of Birmingham
Where your home was pouring and your life was damned
I was a hungry black boy living with the world on my
they took his life
So even when it's not their fault
You know they get assaulted
By the boys in blue, it's nothing new
And turn them into culprits
And I
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
Living beyond all your
thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jump right in
A week later returned, I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time
the chap niggas on the map, & we coming in with flare
Only thing missing is the ones from the chap
Cam, Tony, Garvis & that boy Pat
Chilling round the fire
to cap only it's all mud now
Like, I still start on a brother while you're there with your bros
All the big boys sat and make you tear for your clothes
figures
In New York with my bro’s on the road to these riches
And if you ain’t my slime then you won’t see my vision
Thank god for the day cause I’m blessed
a minute! -
Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down
Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up
Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
in different colors like a diamond chain
Ion talk a lot coz y'all already let the virus in
Police brutality becoming a game similar 2 Simon said
a hater he was better off a New York Knick
Im biased tho Im on my New York Shit
Champ hoodie new fitted NY stitch
Strangers help more than family thats some
A MOTOR BIKE
IN DEAL OR NO DEAL FREESTYLE
TOLD YOU I LIVE A NIKE LIFE
JUST DO IT.
AND EVERYTIME I DO IT
I DO IT TWICE.
POP CORKS
NEW YORK NEW YORK
BIG
Think how unequal things is
Some parts have nothing as far as people, and
Then New York City big biz, big skyscrapers
So dense
But over there, it’s
like
The group H Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on
The New York street
it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what i'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga
28 grams when i'm rollin'
Been through New York and London
And Paris and back
linked up and I was in Crown Heights, I was livin' in Crown Heights
I was over there on Pacific between Ocean and New York
Boom, like, yo
We had to do
make no money, time is money, the money is flipping
If there's money in the making I'm pulling branches off the Dollar tree
I'm on a new mission, if
seen it all, but the greener grass don't grow no flowers in New York
Got away from the boys next door
But ever after feels just like before
Still small
I just wanna, ah
I need good news, yeah
Aye, I need soul food, yeah
What, I just wanna
Look
Ever since May when I saw sirens
And the boys in the blue
York niggas, what's happenin' you know
All my niggas down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggas, L.A. My Death Row family
What up
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter
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