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SONG LYRIC WRITTEN cND PERFORMED BY: VcRIOUS LOCcL UP cND COMING cRTISTS FROM STcTEN ISLcND NEW YORK. IT EXEMPLIFIES INDIVIDUcL cRTIST'S LIVED
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
of New York
Chain on your brain, that drove you insane
When you tried to claim, for the talent and the fame
Not in the game, yet and still you came
that's Goddard
See you benching, need a spotter?
Home seeking like a missile
New York strip, I got the sizzle
In the word, that's epistle
Saved by grace,
Oh, yeah, yeah
Keepin' it real, son (oh, ooh), that's right
The shining star (yeah, yeah, yeah), you're my shining star, girl
Yo, New York in
it all
It’s your boy Cobra, on the track
Roll one up & let’s blaze
Scheming and cooking up my plays
Put in pain, I been through that phase
Trynna
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
fell in love that weekend
Do not disturb on the door
You're the only thing I remember
Baby, I love New York
Well I used wonder as the years went by
the pimps go
I drink wine in the box, grind on the blocks
Fuck a wallet homie, keep guap in my socks
Queens, New York, Queens New York
Movin' downtown right
and I talked to an Israeli woman who was living in New York and she was really having a hard time living there, and she was always complaining about
not feeling alone
When I got here there's only friends, now I got family
I'm just giving you my two cents
It's my first time livin' by myself
But
Aye man shout out to New York and the UK
You know y'all been doing y'all thang
But y'all know where this drill sound came from
Look
Tell me who
non-existent bitches 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
and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I'm more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In '86 spitting free in the park
I've been patiently waiting
just living life gonna thrive
Youngin and I keep a knife
Hands off don't touch
Try me you gone need a crutch
I'm living to the fullest cause you Only
the replacement upon breaking
Stress the environment I'm wastin', I find my mind taking me, back in time
To prehistoric humans living primitive, like swinging
the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
If I could make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make
his life walkin' the streets of New York city
He's almost dead from breathin' in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living
Ayo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquering ol' New York City
Poking fun
shit is so sad it's astounding (woah)
I do not stay in Lc or New York I keep all of my business in County
cll of this ice on my wrist looking wavy I hope
silence my voice
This for all the girls and
This for all the boys
Growin up strong from New York to Illinois
You can make change
You can make a dent
You
room, big ass chop in this motherfucker room
Brand new phone, Vitiligo diamonds two-tone
By the way he flex, you would think that boy was too strong
She
Stat Quo baby, Atlanta's own in this thang
Uh, uh
I stays by my 'fetti baby, big boy Chevy baby
Choose a pimp, hop on in
Only if you're ready baby
Ain't
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