Lyrics:
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
act like bastard
A lot of niggaz need to see some cables and rope
Tied in basement with New York police department smellin gunsmoke
Act like you
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
blasting New York Dolls
Inside these four walls
When it all breaks and falls
Where it all breaks and falls
Sure, they owe, us, a living
But i dont expect
like it's second home
Boy this Steel City framed for my new dreamin'!
I'm...backstroking in my blessings
This ain't no relay race, you can never catch me
like Scope
A nigga so dope, I got the new Pumas
I never take 'em out so
I call ‘em homeschoolers
Numbers like rulers, I’m tired of it all
I sleep in
movin'!
We can keep the club jumpin' till daylight
From New York to L.A. through the Bay; right?
Back up to back up in the mix like that (yeah!)
And I
As though it is no longer
Connected to New York
Let me see your ID
That it's all in your conscious
It's all in your minds let's all lend a hand
To fight
and now he we're riding up
I ain't been New York since before I was four
But in my mind I ain't really never been here before
I couldn't sleep I was up for
the comedown living in a basement
Hey happy happy, you never write back
See, you’re the lovely messages
But I’m the miscommunication
We are Korine without
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on!
Talib Kweli-Verse 2:
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame
I got a glock in my brain
that
Cancer inside my chest
In peace I wanna rest
Why is this coming back?
I'm young to be dead
I'm young to be dead
It is healing my cuts
But living this way
white boys rocking durags
Now Becky want big lips and a new ass
Tell me if my people skipped earth what would you have?
They tried to tell me if you talk
forever
I need a bad thot cause they down for what ever
Ask roka got the beast coast on his bonze
Nation heat do this for the razza
New york living got
mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
So I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
Book a flight to New York for no reason
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
be lonely, living in New York City"
And I'm playing the intro which is kinda plaintive and trancelike its like
"blin blin blin"
When lo and behold,
Hell boy passing by, you can hear the fucking Harley
New York represent, foe kings since we rookies
Well they say
Don't do things for love
You get what I
made us
Life's a risk, so is getting in my way
Sometimes I just wish, I can have it all today, yeah
Bitch you fake news
Everything about you boy
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there
can throw on ice
Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high
With your girl and your boys by the fire making noise
In a field
Hear me, see me
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