Lyrics:
know it's all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City
The night before I gotta turn my second album in
Higher than
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
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
from, action is first and talk is second
I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records
New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape
Got
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
the city when its 30 below
I be surrounded by angels, these are not no crows
I'm breathin' life not death, but shoutout Edgar Allen Poe
I'd rather read
I'll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (okay)
Police in my city, man, I keep they
Cheetah print all on the back
Sexy motherfucker you
Love how you be switching that
LA by way of New York
She tell me she love my talk
I tell her I love her
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow?
Big Apple, New York City, more to pity
How could I beef with a dude who only popping in four cities
"King of New York," like you the motherfuckin one?
But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz
stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
Next up to bat is my nigga Bas
After that Jiddy-J.I.D
That's that New York City kid plus ATL
Me, I'm
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
or none
Whether New York nights or days in Cali sun
I'm the best when it comes
Down to weathering the
Troublesome and the blaze go
Out 'til it's done
On the asphalt
I'm running steadily, thoughts fade away
On a blank path for a blank mind
With sounds of the
New York City streets
Backlighting the
Summer leaves
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm
Went to New York for Diddy but then I stayed for Biggy
Couple drinks and yo it fucking up my whole demeanor
I see the stacks and now I'm selling out
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
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