New York Soul (Pt. II)

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is fine I did everything for New York New York or in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man Kryie needed a king, I'm just making you understand What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Duran Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand Like I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's) Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van This game, boy, is very, very advanced I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware I'll vary, vary the [?], bro, I can get on a snare Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is fine I did everything for New York Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy check Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that See, my joy lies in the sun and you should jump on that She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one I'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcomn, son Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns Bow down to no crown, these [?] out for the count Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is fine I did everything for New York Let me give the kids just a little help Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth Cause if it can't stop the pain How the fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves? So you can take me off your winner's shelf I got that fifth vision, I'm bringing help I know the demons in the room is gonna say it's more that I can chew But now all I hear is the dinner bell I need a family that loves me right Don't need a chain, don't need a glove at night I had a conversation with an angel She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life Dropped off in the Lamb where the artists play Where God's way is the hardest way Sold myself from keeping my faith If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away