Lyrics:
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
of
King on a throne I see y'all
People here screaming out feed us
Gold on my neck
Gold on my tooth
Gold on my chest
Gold in the room
Gold to my city
A voice
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
know I'm not a gangster so I gotta change my image
I'll be calling up my dentist for some gold veneers
This is so sincere, a love letter to my city
Aging
that like to bake
I heard my homie fake, cut em off he turnt to snake
But I'm still saying thanks
Cause I wouldn't be standing by myself
Shoutout to my
Oh
As the city lights up the night
I feel so
Good cause I did it my way
And I know
That I'm just livin' the life of girls and gold
And I feel so good
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah
Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day
So gullible just like my
leave me all alone
Cuz I still can't stand this city noise
It's a nauseating sound
What a miracle, we've come this far
Nowhere to be found
We're all just
sir)
I did it because the principle
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
through cities and across the land.
War Correspondent 1:
Now you hear the roar of the bombers, they’re approaching now in from the sun right high above
of gold, hand crafted, I'm the Designer's art
Yah-made creation, created to create by the
Creator, in His image, representative of His Greatness
I am a ...
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
Strong
"When I was all by myself" I had to be Strong
"When I had Nobody Else" I had to be Strong
"Ain't nobody tried to help" I had to be Strong
"Did all
for my city
yeah, I do this right here for my city, man
That's what the fuck I do for my city
I do me for my city
So therefore, I am remembered by
Out on the ocean where the gold dusk turns to blue
I let go of my heart and all my dreams of you
I drown all the memories of crazy days and nights
See the sparks
Ignite our hearts
We light up and watch ourselves fly
Over the cities
And over the rivers
I'll hold you close
I'll hold you tight
And the city red I put my flag down
Creek City holmie I hold hood down dread in my head
Tat it on my arm spilled blood for'em I tell'em fight on run
We are
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
'm tryin' to break that
I'm bout to cop a new business i'm tryin' to break bread
Share it with my city everybody here gonna get fed
Everybody come and stand
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