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shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

on to the next make sure that my bags light
Been in hell to long making this my last time
Void the soul contract I had signed
How did four years pass by already I

a little rich flex
I can't wait to hop on big jets
Im in New York like I am the Mets
Hollywood Souf out now what's next
Now im that im back on the bullshit

we sendin' out
A world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin'
These DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, wanna be disc
Jocks

Stopped my hooking up phase early
Can't let everyone inside my soul like Korea
New York got the milly rock and get sturdy
But I'm standing on The Rock firm

about I can sell something to the whole city
Yeah and that's how you get rich
How about I can call Superman and bring him to New York because I ask him

the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: Sittin Pretty
Written By: Erik Roberts, Kode Knazze
Produced by: Kace The Producer
Recorded:

Uh yuh
Uh yuh uh yuh
L E S
New York
What up baby
Nino Brizzy Brown
Stand up what up
You know what it is
We super thuggin up in here
King Nino
You

angry
I don't much care frankly
New York pizza party
Gonna cry, you need a hankie?
Maybe when you sent your snake
It was an honest mistake
Then again it

ankles
They Mangle handcuff and hang you
Bang your brain till it’s painful
I ain’t no saint or no angel
No I just came with a Kango
A new album and angle

think your opinion's more valid then his, her or mine
I'd whip my own ass if I stepped out of line, fuck you
The world we live in is a tragic movie
My

driving in tunnels to finish
Like New York my time always right on the minute
I'm coming like Ross ready to pivot
Mind be so focus take back what you said

on Madison's screen
I'm juggin' in New York
Shawty expensive, uh, she smokin' like Newports
I'm of a new sort
Original nigga, from Canton to Newark

Riding with

wanna punchin' at work
This the reason I moved to New York (Yeah)
Seen so many get canned
Used to eat my food from a can
Years later showing up at Cannes

they holla, don’t let go
It’s your time, let ‘em know

(E&J:
Hey Nneka
Call in from New York
And give them a little something)

Verse 2 (Fresh Ink

on cell
919-520-1891 
Story just begun 
You still got time to be your hometown hero 
Still tryna save me lil cousin in New York 
Who ain't got no food in

of CJ and I’m about to introduce you to this brand new drip
We calling this one vibewalk
I’m hear to remind the world that anything in this life you wanna

to graduation
You became world class
Good thing you studied the greats
In that great school of hard knocks
Where every day's a new exam so you examinated

on cruise
Set me on a straight path, what about I had to laugh at her
'Cause I ain't gon' fall, runnin' around talkin' about New York
Check this out, now

Manhattan lived it I found it, Another trip I uptown'd it
Now down in Brooklyn pay homage 
Became a man in the city, New York is the land of no pity
No choice

Celebrate, with no pressure
Always pressing play, needing it everyday, I got
Shady in my cell membrane well more brain
My fault, girl, took you to my world

out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up

We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up

You can't stop us, we gettin' this money it's

through this one minute each day
Let's get to this place, cause you gotta
Motivate yourself for new beginnings
You want the bread and butter, then chase