Lyrics:
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
Right wrist locked up
Wrote too many checks
In New York with a stick
Could play for the Mets
MGM bankrupt
The way i make a bet
Courtside
Chef Curry swish
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
DJed
You know these days might all be in the past
But fucking hell son I had a proper fucking blast
It was like a shit version of New York
But like
the pants sag
1s on the feet yeah your fit look like torn rags
I be spoiling all the hoes said she wants the Louis bag
50 by 50 countin up all that new cash
on the glizzy
With the brightest flash
Extort a bitch nigga in the hood
He ain't from da South
Dropped a whole 50 in they whip
What they talkin bout
The opps said
in the wishing well wish me well
She think she 50 by the 9th shot
By my side like rice in the lamb chop
Me and Brodie got more points then Lebron got
cream soda
The bitches all fall down ring a ring of roses
I did it no witness, no Jehovah
Clock start ticking we don't got time
Stephen King, in control
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
And I'll be damn if I cosign a old snitch
That was gangbangin' when Jaws was a Goldfish
I've been named New York's screamin' on the street
For bullying
your bitch yeah I did it, huh
I did it, I did it, I did it, wait
I'm in New York with Fauni
Getting this money I swear yeah we get it
(huh)
Popping these
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
Ayo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York
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
I pay all the lawyer fees
Trappin' Memphis 10 (for real), New York for a shopping spree (ayy)
Fell in love with the streets (yeah, yeah)
Fell in
boat, I flow like the river not crying (what)
News just in, timbs in the lake started flying
Big Pun's in my words, I'm deep cover
It's so hard to be
so I’m smacking the bishop
Don’t believe in these hoes so I’m smacking a bitch up
Swing on Sharkeisha, someone call my barista
I ma drop y’all with
don't stop
To my people in New York
Ya don't stop
To my people down south
Ya don't stop
To my people out west
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
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New York
And I don't rap about the money, fight me, it don't excite me
But I negotiate well and I'm clutching paper tightly
Bought
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
walk by you
She see the joke in you young boy
She to grown for you young fools
Let um know
She said she can't relate
To niggas that's broke
Let um know
Sitting down by the stove
Warming up fools gold
Can't seem to control swinging to soul
Leather and rhinestone
Imported from New York
May
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car
And my brother my max is extortion
Them youngins are bussin'
New York, meet with 50 for a
Told you before, we them Felix Brothers
Me and my main
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