[Intro]
Uh, we just touched down, New York City
Yeah, Uh huh
Big heart in my chest, bigger balls in my jeans
There's only 1 NAJ Double the Es, please
[Verse 1: Najee]
Capricorn born in the city of war
But don't cry, no pity for your boy
It ain't break me, just made me
Jungle Tactics, the blocks trained me
Yeah, from Wash Heights to the Bronx
I got it on
Made moves from mid day to next morn
Chicken and fried rice kept a brother strong
That's the hustlers' dish
Word to the stars made the hustlers wish
To get a million in and then triple it
Then quadruple that until I'm silly rich
I got game like Dykman to 55th
Where there's dimes, Knicks and plenty clips
Familiar with trifleness and grittiness
Working to get out, then revisit it
Just to show my lil n----a they can get it in
The young G's poster child
F__k, I'm doing good, I'm supposed to smile
Take a flick, I'm only here for a minute
But keep your eyes wide, bare witness
[Hook: Najee]
I'm who she mentions, who he wants to be
Big heart in my chest, bigger balls in my jeans
NAJ 2 Es same G whether selling a million or a key
I shall be what I am destined to be
I shall be what I am destined to be
[Verse 2: Najee]
Behind the Ray Bans, is the window to the soul of a man so bold so cold
Warm hearted towards his family though
He barely talks but damn he can flow
Tough times were instilled in his bones
And all the struggle did was prepare him for his throne
No crown or expensive gowns
Just respect from the crowds, where his foot sets ground
Wether concrete or water
Just know when I walk up, I silence all up
The Edgar Alan Poe flow caught you
Your styles bore us
You probably sit when your piss, stand for nothing
Bunch of pop stars fronting, really disgusting
Revolution televised, but don't cry when I die
When I'm gone don't mourn
May the movement live on
No matter what you say I'mma be what I be
Wether the block or TV, NAJ double the Es