New York Soul - Pt. ii

Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's own are smiling cause

My soul is fine

I did everything for New York

New Yorker in California

Packed Brooklyn up in this bag

I'm in Malibu with the Bronx

She's in Kevin love with your man

Kyrie needed a king

I'm just making you understand

What I rustle up in the West

Cause my reach is Kevin Durant

Records are very pop with a

Pocket deeper than sand

A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel

Steely Dan changing the ** spectrum

I need you to understand

Like I took the fall for some **

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

How very, very Di Nero, I can get on a snare

Letting go of your throat

I can sing the hook if you scared

Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's own are smiling cause

My soul is fine

I did everything for New York

Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high

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 ** boy chat

Don't be so impressed by all

That ** boy rap

This money gon' leave you empty

If you just want that

See, my joy lies in the Son

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 Malcolm, son

Verbal trigger like you should never

Play around with guns bow down to no crown

These dudes was out for the count

'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud

I was pounding bass in the lounge

Sober **, moving proud

Like allowance found in the crowd

When a thousand counting me out

But I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow

Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's own are smiling cause

My soul is fine

I did everything for New York

Yo, I'm telling you

Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)

Yo, I'm telling you

Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)

Let me give the kids just a little help

Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth

'Cause if it can stop the pain

How the ** do you explain a

Bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?

So you can take me off your winner's shelf

I got different vision, I'm bringing help

I know the demons in the room

Gon' 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 club 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 land

Where the artists play

Where God's way is the hardest way

Told myself I'm keeping my faith

If it costs me my reputation, then take it

I give it all away