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I feel the Son of Sam and it's '74
Shooting down by the Bodega store
I got a Spanish that's my new mi amore
I always, feel the love I'm down in New York

1]
This like New York in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs
Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred go brat brat brat
Spanish bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to you sweat
When you passed out, she might your check
Didn't break a sweat, she a vet

Hustlers all on the street corner, palms with the piece on 'em
Dreams of copping that Big Body with and seat warmers
This don't on no postal card, ballers chill at the local park
on blue Gatorade politicking bout new local art

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving traffic like someone is dying
Seem people be way too mad
It's in the air, take a smell of the violence
Clouding a city never been silent
Where everyone's
For a to be timeless, it's all for the shining
And no I need to remind ya

x2]

2]
No disrespect to the culture in your of the woods
But Timbs and sweats is something that I never
When I landed, but I saw that shit first handed
Muhfuckas is serious

Fuck getting lost, boy you can get got
It seems like rapping, how the hell you get hot here
Man, shit is not realistic, no wonder they all can sick
And I I was gifted, pass the blunt let me get lifted

Past the that I'm competing with cats
Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, this suicide
Unless I balance it out by harder and smarter
Plan think farther, strap up don't be a father

No accidents, not if you the chance to leave these fans convinced
Fickle as fuck and they ain't two fucks
the Mecca, the birthplace of hip hop
Where the best rappers better than you on worst day, I kid not

x2]

I the city lighten' up for me
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