Lyrics:
York to the West, Drew he proving he done with
All these fucking haters, know my numbers they can count bitch
I don't need no favor, God's gift I ain't
the unexpected
There's more than one city that I got respect in
Drew York
East to West
And then back
So many Ls
Where ya wins at
Calculated when I'm making my
told her that I love her
But I left her on delivered
And you know what I done read
Couple evil things she said
Yeah, you know that Drew New York
But I
get litty
Ball like uncle drew
Shopping in New York I love the city
Ima cash the check
We gone smash in the vet
Flying past in a jet
They dying fast
rise
And will live forever
Think about forever more I shall be forever moor
Under this garb I'm Pac in a kevlar
Malachi York giving seminars
Noble Drew
kicked in, he’s feels legit
Till he turned around drew a gun back and that was it
It's was a cold New York night and this kid lost his life
Up there
the Wooski
Ball in the summer like Drew League
Champagne got me loopy
Glizzy Bop lookin' groovy
All the demons lookin' moody (what?)
(All the demons
The light is there
Yeah yeah
You see I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City
Where I had my first child
I was drunk, New York, New York
I saw a small white rabbit climbing down the Empire State
I must have been hallucinating
I am seeing things I'm
I met a guy
Whose name was Drew
He took me on a cruise
To Honolulu
He wined and dined me, but couldn't define me
'Cause New York is my real boyfriend
New York wasn't Fabolous here
We Taking L's down to Madison Square
1 time for L'z Locked inside yeah
2 Times for Shmurda and GS9 Yeah
Bring it back
there are no stars in the New York sky
They're all on the ground
You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint
I drew 550 different shoes
there are no stars in the New York sky
They're all on the ground
You scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paint
I drew 550 different shoes
six pallets in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
So I, pause the smooth talk,
New York City (New York City)
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(with 50 Cent) are you ready?
(are you ready?
Gun cocks) I said are you ready?
(are
a thousand times, oh-ho-oh
And I've faked believe all her lies, for the last time
The other day I drew myself a map
So I could figure out your head
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
a treason
All she wants is to feel alive tonight
I see it in her eyes
She drew a little heart for me
Humming a song in my ears
Said "it's time for me
York, but I don't play for the Knicks
I be flexin' on them since I was a kid
Call me Drew Boy, no fool boy
30 round on that motherfuckin' tool boy
No
in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick
in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up
Mossied off gracefully, New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick
Let me tell you what I represent
In New York City I was born
But like an NBA star baller
Can't forget to put that damn Jersey on
I'll hit you with
I don't know what the fuck goin' on with these stupid bitches dawg
I'm DONE
Higher than a jet no New York
Percocet eatin' up my stomach
Burnin' this
and force
Never judged a man by the color of his skin
Ya took care of your woman, your dog, your kin
If you drew on a man's hateful word
You'd take a bullet
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