NY Lyrics

I'm from New York

Milly rocking in my black

I got my timbs on

I walk the talk

Got more women than opinions

Too fly for beef

If we do we filet mignon

Slide through with heat

Leave you mother fucking crimson

For my nigga from when I done had a bib on

I pray you got your cake, and you stay out of prison

This city got u making all types of decisions

Mercenary with my purpose, on the mission

The shooters on my side ain't gonna switch up

My squad is always down to ball, no playing pickup

Boxing out the comp, like a champ, Weighing fists of

Food on the scale, ain't smelling fishy for a minute

Eating good, kickin shit, I feel like steven seagal

Gamma or omega, bitch I plan so I could break fall

Good things come to those that wait when they are grateful

Scorched all my enemies, im letting off the napalm

Bitch I get up innit, ain't no time for me to stay calm

Sully cold, leave his face gone, in his mates arms

Top boy gotta practice having lots a patience

Waiting till the moment that you make your elevation

I done lost a lotta homies on the way, they gone

To my niggas locked up, posture up, stay strong

Promise that our time is coming, you ain't gotta Wait long

Holdin down the streets, we pushing ps, and I just make songs

I'm from New York

Milly rocking in my black

I got my timbs on

I walk the talk

Got more women than opinions

Too fly for beef

If we do we filet mignon

Slide through with heat

Leave you mother fucking crimson

For my nigga from when I done had a bib on

I pray you got your cake, and you stay out of prison

This city got u making all types of decisions

Mercenary with my purpose, on the mission