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NYNYNYNY
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Mankind, mankind Set everything on fire This that 'f*ck everybody' shit All of ya'll too p*ssy to speak your mind, word up New York (New York) Speak your mothaf*ckin' mind Who you tryna impress, the internet? f*ck outta here Timeless, put in 20,000, 30,000 hours Woke up to the blessings, I ain't even get to shower OC party, I was blowing blunts on top of couches Theo by the Hirst but I was faded off the power Same Death to Tennis jacket, bible by my trousers Duckin' all the Latin Kings that used to chill by Progress Dollar pizza hustle, walk the bridge and close my eyelids Never been a lick, my poppa never raised a coward Where your boss at? Since a toddler been the don dada The beat drop and blow ya whip up like the Godfather I'm ghost, f*ckers, I'm with Ghost in a ghost blowing ghosts So dos, f*ckers, we the new Koch brothers How a rapper got big as coke or Coke, that's both brotha f*ck a day job, make a billi off hope I'm in the trenches with the felons and the faithful Free Gregory, I'm on the stoop chillin' with Jesus In New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York Any time then it's on, where you at, you at home? New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York Where you from? Oh, you from there? Oh yeah? New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York Them Timbs on with the hoodie I'm in motherf*ckin' New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York You ever seen roaches on your toothbrush and shit like that, know what I mean? I dare you to breathe next to me Depression came with diplomas and "Writeous" the magnum opus Where blocks'll turn to Baghdad if your jewelry too braggadocios Cops dressed coroners on our corners lockin' our soldiers I woke up and smelled the Foldgers, I can die like any moment I try to read up on Osho eat kosher and talk Jehova My signal fading, my texts ain't been sending, this shit is hopeless I made it to main stages, a mill my minimum wage I rather be homeless and happy then be broke and be paid I try to balance the bitchin' and blissful times in the struggle The devil want me to tussle, I'm biting through the muzzle Blood all on my hands but use it like its ink Anxiety getting bigger, I use Soundcloud as my shrink Obama on conference call, titties like my Tylenol World problems, girl problems, tryna keep my mind evolved A pig just might shoot in my Yankee but I'll win, yo I'm in a mothaf*ckin' Heaven-colored Benzo Right up in New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York Your mothaf*ckin' father H. Illa, Dre Dollasz In New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
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