| The street is waiting on that real shit
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| These hating niggas praying I get killed quick
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| Guess it ain’t no love where I come from
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| Fake smiles, fake hugs where I come from
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| The first one to ride for my city
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| 'Til I noticed that they wasn’t riding with me
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| Niggas say you got to bring New York back
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| But my hood is like Chicago, where New York at
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| How we know our pedigree with no identity
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| Too many chickens scared to make enemies
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| So welcome to New York, we the hardest yeah
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| Where the DJs is bigger than the artists here
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| Yeah, I think I woke up in a bad mood
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| Wearing my feeling on my sleeve like a tattoo
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| Waving the flag for my city then I threw it down
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| I’m done with it, let another nigga hold it down
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| Sometimes I feel like fuck my city
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| Too many bitch niggas from my city
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| None of these lame niggas run my city
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| At times I feel like I don’t love my city
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| Sometimes I feel like fuck my city
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| At times I feel like I don’t love my city
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| Damn, I feel the hate when it come to me
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| They let niggas disrespect us then they stunt on me
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| I put the city on my back, how they front on me?
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| I wore that Yankee cap well, ain’t no love for me
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| Man, the fuck happen to my city dog?
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| Over two million sold, still a hundred though
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| What they waiting for, my niggas been ready
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| Try to uplift the city but these niggas so petty
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| Damn, I guess I start a new wave
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| I bet Biggie turning over in his grave
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| The streets screaming that they waiting for a change
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| But my hands tied
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| These pussies trying to lock me out the game
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| Fuck what we used to be, we not that
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| And these rappers claiming street but they not that
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| How I’m supposed to feel, nigga I’m a rider
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| But my own city showing more love to outsiders
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| These weak niggas wish I wasn’t here
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| But just imagine if I wasn’t here
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| You wouldn’t get this real talk nigga
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| These pussies want to leave you in the dark nigga
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| I give you me, I give you all of me
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| Just know that I’ll be there when you call on me
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| You won’t get it 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Probably won’t appreciate me 'til I’m dead and gone |