Lyrics:
stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,
like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies
like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,
back to Oklahoma from New York
Hush you little rabbit –
Get up and fight it –
If love’s the only weapon you’ve got then let them know that you’ll die
to New York
Hong Kong and Dubai
London and Mumbai
Tall towers in the sky
I want N8 City to be a sensation a marvelous symbol of modern
A marvelous den for
Yeah Yeah Yeah
UNH UNH
This rapping shit be too fun
Don't play with me like a console
This ain't New York boy are you dumb
You talk a lot are you done
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
I ride in the back with a stick in my lap
Grew up with you niggas why you turn like that?
I only want her cuz her ass was fat
He at the wrong hood
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
a chrome
People think that i’m hostage im locked in my home
But i do it by choice
Just ask all of the boys
I grind for the passion bitch leave me alone
I
only escape into their heads
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
Cause take away our PlayStations
And we are
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
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
it's far from a virgin
Lotta bodies on bodies, someone call a nurse
Only speaking on money, she speakin' in cursive
Bitch, it's me versus the world, not
shit I'll be the first to get with it
Dropping hoe's over there in a New York minute
They ain't shit they finna fill me with lead
Whent he barn yard
with money and diamond cluster
Let's talk in layman terms
Rotten apples and big worms, early birds and poachers
New York is evil at its core, so those
this,
It was Only by Yeshua, G.O.D would've proved this
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that
She say you make money I can tell just by the smell
They think Eli vegetarian my pockets full of kale
She said do you love me I said only time will
its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving
By us or a fireey dart
We did our part...
It's time to put the enemy's camp in the trauma unit
Because my God never fails like an honor student
especially prophecy.
THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES EXPLcINED...
c miracle can be defined as a supernatural intervention by God in the ordinary course of nature.
seen by a busker on guitar
The busker said sit by me, try to keep warm
He Played the Only Living Boy In New York
And my friend said
I'm gonna lose my
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Wanna rolex ring Wiley , when I was a bum
Nobody really liked me , now its time for someone to go get a new job for
Tinie
Im only playing,Im just
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