Lyrics:
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
story in a brand new way,
He got the rhythm!
Don't you want to be a genius and a real harmonic sleuth?
Bird found the truth:
To live a life of music is
Hook: This is new york city,we get new york gritty/where breakfast in the morning is a newport and henny/gettin money in these streets gotta move wit
Ain't no F1, I'm staying the course
I took it North, Ain't talking New York
Saved by the Son, Covered in the blood
Run to the Lord, Treat this like
The way that you do
Everyone dies it ain't nothing new
On a gloomy afternoon
Lizzy come back to life
Topless in your headdress laying by the pool
young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in new york I'll
I might just become the hottest rapper in the game
I do it for the Hip-Hop culture, fuck fame I'm tryna make it rain
If new York is where the money be
to school, go to the
Movies, go to the club, go to the store
Turn on the news
It's like were livin' in a war
No one to trust
The cops are the fuckin' crooks
In
could, roll some weed play some records and talk
I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York
Now I know you think I want to fuck, no doubt
But tonight
like my hands, stay tied
'Cause new york state, and they child care rate
Miss judge lady in a courtroom can dictate
A fee for me, to pay monthly
Even
Yeah
Oh yeah
(Let's go, let's go)
Yeah
(Let's go, let's go)
Oh yeah
I'm way too fly, shine in the night time
I'm a vampire but I don't bite,
tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survivin' with the time
Like an African tribe, little Dap'll blow your mind
Check it out like this
And then
tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survivin' with the time
Like an African tribe, little Dap'll blow your mind
Check it out like this
And then
is a legalized racist Klan, hiding, from the murders like Sandra Bland
And in New York them cops is cold Eric Garner was killed by the Po Po's Choke
Klan
Hiding from the murders like Sandra Bland
And in New York them cops is cold
Eric Garner was killed by the Po Po's Choke hold
I've had enough; I'm
Mississippi, all the way to New York City
As long as you're riding shotgun with me
Anywhere
Love will get us there
Tell your boss maybe you'll come back
hear you guys sing cute little hymns about a silent night
When in reality we were ducking metaphorical bullets and running for our lives
But after
in New York but I might die here. Just thinking about this makes me exhausted. On the bright side I was forever changed by the city: my imagination
how it's supposed to be
Went to New York got stamped by the goat, don't ever doubt my reach
Came in this bitch to wreck some shit I'm like a lawless
a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine
But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Yea,
Yea street life
Gutter shit
Soldier life nigga
Get it right
New York City
Where I'm from
Live are Die
Marcy
Do what you do
Check it out now
Yo
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
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