Lyrics:
the big city and the small towns
I go to New York City, on the East Coast
Get your guap with a light and a repost
Bitch don't ask me, what I do it for
I
around once
Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt
Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun
I'm more lost, runnin' from the police force
New York's finest, comin' right behind us
Mind flippin' off the Moet
That a nigga's sippin'
Open fire
GOTTA BE ain't a hustler or a g that's out grinding me IN THESE STREETS
From London to New York its getting hot on these streets
Police shooting man no
to some New York niggas
I'm not talking to
But I ain't gon' act like, you know what I mean
They done helped me develop
Um, shout out to IDK
Uh, IDF, my
through a eyelid
Had to bring out violins huh
I mean I think it's bout time that we flip the pyramid and take back everything
From the roads and richest
to picture that, well I photo dumped it
This is food for thought, you can go eat lunch with
Long way from home but when I'm there it's legendary
Wanna make it
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
And you say New York City
Uh-huh, put your hands together
Young, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yes (yes)
I'm from the '80s
Home of the heroin
Era
Just chillin' up in New York City
One got witty
Took his mask off, he a dumb ass
Got him on viddy
Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle"
Blaow,
the rest of the city got no funds and no pity
Block by block, home by home, it burned down
The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light
The old movies
A nurse gave him his newborn to hold
But from the way the child felt limp in his arms
He knew there was still more bad news to be told
The doctor
home again
(I guess I really must get going now)
Leave Chattanooga
Walk in to New York City
Airplane down to Nippon ground
Meet some friends in
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
mean
You're free from every insecurity
That plagued you back home
In Commerce City
I'm in this big perfect city
That I dreamed I'd be a part of
Where
to degrade me, tried to despise me
No commercial from Verizon but now my whole cities behind me
And I'm back up in my bullshit spit sick and my cliques sick
with a film and a knife
I need a break from my life, so
Fly to New York for the time
Brooklyn to Philly each night
Eatin' nice dinners, I'm going
streets of New York City. Smelling the sense of freshly lit earth as the cars drove by was a quick reminder that cannabis is recreational here in New York
tell you where I’m from, you’ll find out in the next Marvel origin story movie
But where I live now is warmer, I found the other neighborhoods too cold
and see
New York is the place to be
Where you go and live your dreams
Livin' in the city you can't be a xenophobe
This the melting pot, and the soup is
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
lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
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
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
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