Grand Staff - New Rich City lyrics

[Verse 1: Sho-Biz] Thou shall not f** wit nor see poppa Brooklyn fly n***a, Knick floor seat copper Number one chief rocker, flow raw like meat lockers Whole team fresh off the block like Ibaka Partner, but they turn Westbrook whenever them shots involved Holding court in the street, don't never go get them cops involved They thought I was falling off, and I respond like not at all Couple up's, couple down's sh** feeling like stocks and bonds But nah, it ain't no wall street here Dying before our time that is all we fear New Rich sh** and camo's that is all we wear They yelling damn Biz, YF is all we hear Mama said I'm going crazy I should go and get my head checked Making sure my family up to get that bread next Competition on bed rest, Rest in peace to all my n***as doing life It's f**ed up cause they ain't even dead yet [Hook: Jay Storm] Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by n***a this sh** ahh [Verse 2: Jay Storm] n***as got me on that fly sh**, pull a fitted to the back Drop a seed grow a coke turn that sh** into a crack Ya sniffing that glue high, where the f** do they do that at My lyrics speakin fluent rap, grab a beat and then move it back We still hungry, money running through my head I'm moving that Funny Sonny gunning for my head, but you ain't doing that This rap sh** mine, I'm never not giving a second Cause I know that I'm living a legend, look at the city the kid representin' What you think huh, that I made it from a blink I'm deep thought, meditated from a brinks Yeah that money truck, these fake a**es with they tummy tuck All to get ya money up, fatigues and Filter logos on the bu*ton up Yeah peep the style and the way these guys sweat us The number one question is can these Vets get us See New Rich up to bring ya down And make sure you know who brings ya round, it ain't safe here [Hook: Jay Storm] Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by n***a this sh** ahh [Verse 3: Sal Capone] This the city that we living in, blue Yankee fitted bent You talk it but we living it, this Bad Boy 'bout his Benjamin's Grinding hard till they see me on them Billboards Fam, fame and money that's the only thing I k** for Stomach starving, I'm hungry that's on the real boy New York attitude you n***as better chill boy I'm gunning they running they see we on that other sh** Kidnap your kids, might snatch your baby mother sh** Baking pies I be whipping with my oven mitts Corrupted system so we warring with the government Real talk I'm the boss mobbing in my suit and tie Double cross take a lose, them goons a leave you crucified Spitting flames like Lucifer, bricks inside the moving truck Stunting is a habit it ain't new to us They see we up, ya'll mad ya'll down Crack a dutch let's roll this loud, it ain't safe [Hook: Jay Storm] Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by Yo this the city that we living in It's New York, get ya Benjamin's And work hard for the dividends Regardless of the times I'm coming to get mines And I'm grinding everyday just to get by n***a this sh** ahh