Lyrics:
feet, you bop to the beats, I laid in the streets
You can feed off my chi, yo my energy, millionaires, shaping- bodies
I’m From New York City, Harlem
I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off
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
Murder
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing
clignotent en haut
Annoncent la coupure de réseau New York, Paris ou Rome
Ne nous appelle pas, on rôde
Hé wow Les lumières clignotent en haut
Annoncent la
minutes
Let's do what we told to do
New York, we run this here
I mean pa, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'ma do the chorus you ready
Lemme get this son, I just
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
Yeah... on our New York, Shish
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New
make it hot, then I'll make it shine
Eric B. run the track one more time
Yo Rakim spit one more rhyme
This my sauce, chefin' all the time
Recipe be, New
(4,3,2,1)
Is the city spinnin' fast?
T-Minus 4, 3, 2, 1 blast
5 Star dinner chandelier peeled off the glass
I was
In New York City trippin' of a tab
I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time
I got New York on my shoulders
I
to get it the world and what's in it
And you can get it you can get it in a New York minute
I got to get it got to get it
Rap gone get that boy found
Chia, it's Juice. Back up in this thing with y'all
Bringin' some old school flavors, y'all, with this one time
My pop's New York
We gon' show y'all
and new shocks
I'm thanking God above
I do this all for you
Please tell J Cole that I need him on part 2
lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo!
(Migo)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a
Boy will
more than a random fling
Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em
Got a new anthem, look at my whip
Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide
under the evergreens
I know what I'm needing
I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy living day by day
Out
Most are named after streets
And neighborhoods in the
Borough during the rehearsals
For Fashion Rocks, the New York
Fashion Week concert fund raiser
lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New
Right there in new york city
I saw the tourists staring back at me (They're all staring back at me)
In Times Square in New York City
And in that moment
thank them for the city of New York
For sure
9/11 made us stronger
Black outs should've lasted longer
And nutcrackers made the summer alright
No lie
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