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This for all my niggas in the city

This shit really for Queens though

Really for Queens though

Ya know?

Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes

Getting money regimine with my get money machine

Nah mean? Yeah

New York times

Come listen to these New York rhymes

A southern nigga with a New York mind

In the concrete jungle of Queen trying to be kings

Getting to the money, it seems, by any means

As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out

Fish out of water, yet an official reporter

Up here, life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter

In a city where niggas will leave you shit outta order

So yeah, you heard the news, disturbing news

Shot a brother in the head, thank the Lord he ain't dead

Was in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them once

My nigga visibly stressin', a mess, he smoking his blunt

What could I say, I can't relate to that

All I do is pray for that

This is the city God told me, 'go and make it at

I got a date with destiny, I'm running late for that

Grab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that

The New York Times, yeah

The New York Times

Extra, extra, read all about it

They say you can win anywhere

If you can win here

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been here

We hustle hard, yeah, it really ain't a game man

Same place, different faces, on the train, man

New York, New York

Hop on the F train, took the express train

Skip that local shit, my vocal sick

That's how success came

Once kings now we pawns in this chess game

Wall Street got black slave blood stains

Which means, we built this city

And never got scraps while the devil got fat

In fact, reparation for niggas in desperation

Fuck money, get my kid a real education

Blood money spills, had a real revelation

Southside make you realize there's still segregation

Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud

Sometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking 'bout how

My motive, to lead my niggas to paradise

Imagine a world, free from pain

And we no longer scared at night

Far from the crime, the blind leading the blind

We don't make it to primetime 'til we dyin'

The New York Times

The New York Times, yeah

The New York Times

Extra, extra, read all about it

They say you can win anywhere

If you can win here

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been here

We hustle hard, yeah, it really ain't a game man

Same place, different face, on the train, man

New York, New York

How I go from selling reefa and plates

To eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake

Should've been in the States, property of the Jakes

Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake

Let me properly intergrate you to it

To show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it

Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through it

I done been up in everything, cars you never seen

Cities you never heard of, from the streets where they murder

Police observe us 'til they reach the verdict

Kill 'em all, fucking kill 'em all

If you can't send 'em to the pen', send 'em to the morgue

Send 'em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broad

Hundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heart, nigga

Bitch nigga, take a pause

Hundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart

The New York Times

The New York Times, yeah

The New York Times

Extra, extra, read all about it

They say you can win anywhere

If you can win here

And you ain't been nowhere if you ain't been here

We hustle hard, yeah, it really ain't a game man

Same place, different face, on the train, man

New York, New York