NYNYNYNY Lyrics

[Intro]
Mankind, mankind
Set everything on fire
This that 'f*ck everybody' shit
All of ya'll too p*ssy to speak your mind, word up
New York (New York)
Speak your mothaf*ckin' mind
Who you tryna impress, the internet?
f*ck outta here

[Verse 1]
Timeless, put in 20,000, 30,000 hours
Woke up to the blessings, I ain't even get to shower
OC party, I was blowing blunts on top of couches
Theo by the Hirst but I was faded off the power
Same Death to Tennis jacket, bible by my trousers
Duckin' all the Latin Kings that used to chill by Progress
Dollar pizza hustle, walk the bridge and close my eyelids
Never been a lick, my poppa never raised a coward
Where your boss at? Since a toddler been the don dada
The beat drop and blow ya whip up like the Godfather
I'm ghost, f*ckers, I'm with Ghost in a ghost blowing ghosts
So dos, f*ckers, we the new Koch brothers
How a rapper got big as coke or Coke, that's both brotha
f*ck a day job, make a billi off hope
I'm in the trenches with the felons and the faithful
Free Gregory, I'm on the stoop chillin' with Jesus
[Chorus]
In New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
Any time then it's on, where you at, you at home?
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
Where you from? Oh, you from there? Oh yeah?
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York Them Timbs on with the hoodie
I'm in motherf*ckin' New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York

[Interlude]
You ever seen roaches on your toothbrush and shit like that, know what I mean?
I dare you to breathe next to me

[Verse 2]
Depression came with diplomas and "Writeous" the magnum opus
Where blocks'll turn to Baghdad if your jewelry too braggadocios
Cops dressed coroners on our corners lockin' our soldiers
I woke up and smelled the Foldgers, I can die like any moment
I try to read up on Osho eat kosher and talk Jehova
My signal fading, my texts ain't been sending, this shit is hopeless
I made it to main stages, a mill my minimum wage
I rather be homeless and happy then be broke and be paid
I try to balance the bitchin' and blissful times in the struggle
The devil want me to tussle, I'm biting through the muzzle
Blood all on my hands but use it like its ink
Anxiety getting bigger, I use Soundcloud as my shrink
Obama on conference call, titties like my Tylenol
World problems, girl problems, tryna keep my mind evolved
A pig just might shoot in my Yankee but I'll win, yo
I'm in a mothaf*ckin' Heaven-colored Benzo
[Chorus]
Right up in New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York

[Outro]
Your mothaf*ckin' father
H. Illa, Dre Dollasz
In New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York

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