Lyrics:
And I was like, it ain't out yet, chill, fall back
You can't get this shit
Yo, I been to certain places and
You know me, you know, me havin' a little
General guidelines to ride by
Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine
Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime
And nigga we
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on this
You talk game grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all
Remain humble continue to pay my dues
On god I won't be another random rapping dude
Most of these niggas out here ain't got a clue
Swear I'm surrounded by
Before
E
That's everyone else
Expect to see
Deez
Indeed
I succeed
Believe
And chase
Your dreams
Taking a flight to New York
Ain't nobody kno
Who
'cause he can't stop
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (Brooklyn baby)
He is, he is (New York)
No, No, No, Notorious
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
then don't talk to me
Ain't too many of us left, that ain't hard to see
I hardly sleep, I'm just makin' sure we all can eat
June, July, and August
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one, mm
L-Let these, l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
name
You was just a new born
When we flew the New York
Fast forward a couple months
I thought you how the walk
Caught your momma doing dirt
When she say
of asphalt
don't make no sense to talk that talk
if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch!
Biatch!
I gives
mind ain't never put his nose on the line
A real souljah never retreats
When it's time for a crime
[Young Noble]
Hey yo....
You can talk that shit
Don't judge a book by its cover
You don't know us, so just ask us
Life ain't a text, cant fix respect with an asterisk
Hi, I'm Carter, like the legend
twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses
I got yo attention like J-Lo's
wavy, I love the way you ride
Oh baby, can't wait to taste it , sweeter than apple pie
Girl ya got me like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We go back but this
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
nuts (huh)
Grow sum (what)
Im bood up (yeah)
Ella mae
Bood up
I grew up in New York (New York)
The bx (BX)
Lil shorty rode train or the bus (train
Opportunist out the jungle
To the gritty New York City
Everybody ain't gone love you
That's just how the cookie crumbles
I don't know if she wears Prada's
]
You can walk like I do, and talk like me too
But nobody gon' rock with you
'Cause you can't do it like me (nah, you can't do it like me)
Hold
and moved to LA
But she from New York
Know you been all about them bands
See them bitches naked on the gram
Talking onlyfans
But that ain't you, that ain't
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
and when ever I talk you listen
Ain't no money gettin' made in these street without my permission
I keeps it drug infested my money is well connected
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
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