NYC FLOWS (Radio Edit) ft. JaeRsa Lyrics

Ay yo, me and my nigga Jac over here talkin'

And I'm like, yo, this album is perfect

But it's not fully ready, with no boom bap on it

We gotta take it back to where it all started

NYC

The holy mecca of rap nigga

This how we do it, here we go

Back to the basics Had to hit a home run like I'm playin' for the Yankees

2023 but I'm rappin' like it's the 90s

When they ask me how I do it, I tell them that it's just practice

Determination, passion

Or maybe you just gotta leave earth in 96 and come back in 02

On top of that believe in rebirth

Master the Art of war by Sun Tzu

I'm anointed I bless the beat like it did a atchoo!

Flu season round the corner, plus the way I flow is colder

After this I need a verse from Hova

Shakedown all these rappers this the oath of Cosra Nostra

They were screamin' Vinnie but I wasn't on the poster

How this nigga do that?

Where the hell is he at?

They just saw him coming, but they never saw him vanish

Do it like a villain in a mask, he a bandit

Steal a couple fans from a rapper he was lackin'

Steal a couple dollies cause I heard that he was packin'

I'm just sayin'

Me and other rappers not the same

I'm too much of a genius and far from being sane

I got it in the blood, plus I got it in the name

I'm beepin' on the radar, they are still stuck in the lane

What you sayin' motherf***er? What you really, really sayin'

What I'm sayin' is I got it in my motherf***in' name

What you sayin' motherf***er? What you really really sayin'

I'm just sayin' I'm about to run that whole damn game nigga

This is sounding like green passed the ball to Iguodala

And he about to sink a three-pointer right on the dollar

I'm feelin' like Refiloe I'm smellin' like Dollar Dollar

Never hesitate to pay me my money, just faka faka

Hope on the plane and disappear like DB Cooper

I know that I'm a star, but never forget the super

Rappers need to redo their careers, it's a blooper

Rappers need to start movin' in fear I'm a trooper

With bazooka heavy shooter zimiyala zimaduka

Look at what I started, I'm bout to cop me a Benz

Cruisin' in a German, I'm relocatin' to Mainz

I know that they'll pronounce it mines

I'm the one who got the mic

So let me speak what's on my mind

I can say it how I like

A retrospective perspective is how Basquiat did it

Don't matter how they see it, middle finger to a critic

Disintegrate your common thoughts the words are too acidic

Debating if I'm the GOAT is just arguing in semantics, nigga

Me and other the rappers not the same

I'm too much of a genius, I'm far from being sane

I got it in the blood, plus I got it in the name

I'm beepin' on the radar, they are still stuck in the lane

What you sayin', mothaf***a, what you really, really sayin'

What I'm sayin' is I got it in my motherf***in' name

What you sayin', mothaf***a, what you really, really sayin'

I'm just sayin' I'm about to run that whole damn game, n***a