That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,
Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short
I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating
And new york to this very day has got the best,
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have
My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,
Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
But she sure can get you high if the coke let her
Got bitches in new york california and decatur
I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge
If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change
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