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(Chorus: Issa Gold) |
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I put it down for my city |
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That New' New York is with me |
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They say it's like the 90's cause we bringing back the gritty |
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Rep that conscious flow committee |
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We'll kill'em with no pity |
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[?] my ******* Lex, you know I told him we gon' get it |
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Cause we blowing up |
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New York back on the map my ******* |
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Shout out to Cold Crush |
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Yeah we coming up, king of the city |
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When I show up |
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Bring a pound to a show security |
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They know whats up |
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Let me get my roll up |
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Whats the hold up? |
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(Verse 1: Issa Gold) |
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Came up from the bottom cause a ******* working hard |
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Everybody want a piece, my conscious *******ne just like a star |
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Now we copping the whole thing, I blow my ******* down by the jar |
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And I'm using my three eyes a ******* watching for [?] |
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Lets get lit |
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She like how i spit |
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I told her pop a hit |
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So innocent |
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Put her on that *******t |
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She went and told her friend |
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I remember getting [?} smoking that indo in the morning |
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Told my momma, best don't worry |
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Ima get it how I want it |
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We all in |
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Ain't smoking that grade unless it's medicine |
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My Letterman reek of the reefer |
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Ain't tryna let her [?] |
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Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hit |
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Never heard a kind of ******* flowing like this |
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Put my city on the map |
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While I bang on these hits |
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Now i laughing at these kids while I'm passing again |
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Chorus |
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(Verse 2: AK) |
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Eleveated lifestyle, |
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Never aim by the prophet if it ain't by the dial |
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[?] so they call me "Sun Child" |
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But after my sesh, shorty wet like the Nile |
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Took us back to the green room, made her go down |
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[?] back to the team room, now mary go round |
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Fans shed tears, screaming [?] child |
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Give me a couple more years, and i would've thrown crown foreall |
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Counting mils |
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Stepped out the box, now my brain builds |
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That sour diesel my brain fills |
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Live stress free, cause pain kills |
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Uh, stack green bills |
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From shore to shore |
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Bout to tour the globe |
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Torch flow to your torched soul |
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Can't dodge those |
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(uhhh, nah , nah) |
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What you *******s on? |
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I'm in the bush with the herb I'm puffing strong |
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Been a gift to this earth since I was born |
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Better know your ******* work before your gone |
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Elevated, go home you can't dethrone king |
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Got my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds spring |
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Know the system want control |
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But no i won't sink |
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Cause New York raised the golden soul through the ink |
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Chorus |