Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York Fitted, artist - Rome Streetz. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New York Fitted |
| I’m addicted to pushin' shit to the limit |
| This illegal life, I live it, it’s hustlin' in my spirit |
| You niggas’ll never mirror the image, I’m different |
| Rome Streetz proceed to roll weed and clock chicken |
| The plot thickens, the shit you niggas drop is not hittin' |
| Been cream of the crop, I can see no competition |
| It’s lonely at the top, but I’m chillin' |
| Broke plenty hearts in my path, shawty call me a villain |
| Shit happens, I was young and unevolved |
| And from my point of view, I would never put you before the mob |
| Both playin' poker, but I saw your cards |
| Beat all the odds |
| Peace to all the gods in New York that’s on it hard |
| Heavy in the trap, but the rap my calling card |
| Never gonna slack on that, facts, I’m on my job |
| Caught a lob, then I broke the backboard |
| Before a rap tour, was gettin' packs off, no cap, Lord |
| Got million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted |
| Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I’m deadass |
| If it’s 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it |
| These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast |
| Million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted |
| Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I’m deadass |
| If it’s 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it |
| These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast |
| Ayy, yo, real shit, I was sellin' capsules |
| Heavy on the grind, got no time to go to the Liberty statue |
| If it’s 'bout a digit, we got you |
| The rent too damn high and it need payin', so the pack move |
| Twenty-four a day like the MTA |
| We all tryna ball far from the courts, opposite of the NBA |
| Now I gotta make all these hoes sign an NDA |
| Can’t be too friendly, they envy it, try to make me pay |
| Fuck it, I love this life more than I lust it |
| I know them guys that got snake eyes can’t be trusted |
| Take my time, never rush it |
| Steady when I aim mine, my gun never rusted and I bust it |
| Clients call, go Uptown when I’m buyin' soft |
| Bring it back on an iron horse, I’m supplying y’all |
| Rocks that I bust down like iron ore |
| I’m David watchin' the giant fall, nigga |
| Got million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted |
| Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I’m deadass |
| If it’s 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it |
| These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast |
| Million-dollar thoughts under my New York fitted |
| Tryna get it in a New York minute, son, I’m deadass |
| If it’s 'bout the cash, then my crew all in it |
| These niggas frauds and we too authentic, we get the bread fast |