| As a New York City kid | 
| As a New York City kid | 
| Working on a way to get it, do you copy? | 
| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie | 
| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry | 
| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh | 
| New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid, right | 
| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did | 
| Are you feeling it? | 
| Break down the 'Wood and put some kill in it | 
| How you thirty and you still a bitch? | 
| Too many punches to the head that you ain’t feelin' hit | 
| We really on our Scott Pilgrim shit | 
| It’s everybody vs. the world that we living in | 
| Always prayed that next year would be the best year | 
| Well, I’m a Knicks fan | 
| Started losing balance, had to tighten up my kickstand | 
| Don’t trip, it’s all part of the big plan | 
| She mad I ain’t post her on my story for her birthday | 
| You a jerk, you the worst | 
| Ah, fuck it, buy her a purse with half the purse | 
| 'Cause I’m never out of work, you feel me? | 
| Got Sinatra blasting on the freeway | 
| Chrome 2s I got from eBay | 
| Just left dinner, had an elite steak | 
| Guess that’s what happens when you raise 'em | 
| Yeah, get by or get good at the simulation | 
| Working on the way to get it, do you copy? | 
| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie | 
| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry | 
| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh | 
| New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid, right | 
| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did | 
| Are you feeling it? | 
| Fresh out the shower, hair down, I look like Raven, I’m sayin' | 
| After Margot Robbie, I need a date with Megan | 
| Stallion with Italian, we can be like Rocky and Adrian | 
| I ain’t playing, let me innovate shit | 
| Put a little whiskey in my cup and she say I’m on some Drake shit | 
| It’s cool 'cause she ain’t got as many jokes when she naked | 
| Her ex crazy, I’ma handle it | 
| Cut off the head and leave him hanging on the mantle | 
| In New York, I feel like Mickey Mantle | 
| Mike Mussina, multiple M’s | 
| I’m seeing pinstripe suits, steezin' | 
| Flyin' south for the colder season, ayy | 
| But my heart belongs to Brooklyn, I ain’t never been for treason | 
| They don’t want beef, they unseasoned (Yeah) | 
| Your wifey a cum demon | 
| Yeah, she a eater | 
| Pick her up when you done grieving | 
| I’m done feeding, for real | 
| Working on the way to get it, do you copy? | 
| All I want’s a little shine and a day with Margot Robbie | 
| I don’t think that’s much to ask for, I’m sorry | 
| If you fuckin' with the kid, let me hear you say it loudly, oh | 
| New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid, right | 
| Only be rapping 'bout what I really did | 
| Are you feeling it? | 
| New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid, right | 
| (Hi, Nyck Caution, I love you) | 
| New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid, right | 
| (New York, New York City kid | 
| New York, New York City kid) |