Lyrics:
Verse I
Did you ever see two Yankees part
Upon a foreign shore,
When the good ship's just about to start
For old New York once more?
With tear-dimmed
earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York
Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK
In
of Eden rollin trees from leaves
Nowadays niggaz be dying from a virus called Stress Disease
In New York, everybody screamin they Bloods and Darks
Remember
My latest bitch like 26 she don't even got a son
She said she tryna live
She in New York I'm in LA I forgot what time it is
She said I'm calling late
up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams
My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens
Without it I wouldn't've lived
arroz chaufa de camarones
Big shout out to Aguas Calientes
Im drinking aguas frescas in Kansas City
Down the way from Gates got Steph Simon with me
We
weren’t rich how they wished
But to achieve they always did
What was best
Man, can’t forget New York
Preaching me how
What’s worked for always Stays
I work on my craft
Doesn't matter where I'm at
Hopped off a jet but I never lag
Still stay up late
I never slack
From New York to LA
Chicago or Tampa
You said you'd be the man in my rearview
Oh how things change
Cuz I live in the town you're driving through
On your way out of this place
I don't
aegegrus caprinae
But I'm da oldest in da wild I'm the goat
3rd eye old soul
You could look up what I wrote
Bitches say they love the smile and da way
the smell of pot, though I rock a steady job and a side part, and by the way, sidebar, I already have a side part, my fault, have to try harder to be hip
sobriety
The life you live now, tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you can be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world in
the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with the hardest
Tell
stand me
Wanna abort my path, move forward with Plan B
If I wait my funds won't go where they can be
I'm here to destroy New York... Sandy
Make that new
A GOT NIGGAS IN THE CITY .... NEW YORK WITH THE KILLYS.... WHERE BITCHES PULLING ON YU TRACKS.... A DO NOT FUCK WID D THOTS...... NEVER GO TAKE U
No I'm not the plug but I'll point you in the way
Of where my man's at cuz I know he got the yay
Hangin by the trap and they do this everyday
Fuck
That they're gonna get mugged stabbed or killed
But the only thing they'll get is billed
For an overpriced and a fake New York
Where the real thing is
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
The world as I see it in new york is gold mind these dope times
I thought i needed a co-sign
Cause this is mass appeal like jungle in big nas reporting
wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live
By the time I met you, summer tans were fading
You were a sunny face in an overcast town
In a New York minute, you and I were dating
I liked you so
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
don’t need Obama to lead us in the race
Click bait, I’d take a switch blade to that traitor's book
New York elite get Emmys but Gulieani is the crook?
Dead retarded uncles, in pea porridge, may they rest
Guess, which way, what, when, how
Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam, now
Know you've heard
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