(Intro) [G5 Elz]
Spark a blunt
Now imagine this stunt
Verse 1
Fox Mink dragging
Walking out the Trump
Chauffeur pulls up
Throw the Loui Trunk
Inside the phantom trunk
Grey curtains
Black body
Back
Of the Danny phantom slump
James Bond compartment
For the 007 guns
Top shoot back
Call it Sky fall
Yacht master Illuminate
The radius
During night fall
Municipal principal
Deposit no withdraw
Don't forget where you
Come from is the Protocol
Cause it's here
Then it's not
David Blane
Life is more clear
From diamond Cartier frames
The Benz
Resembles c**aine
Interior LO mien
Auto drive
In the rain
FDR
Switching lanes
But that's not the half of
Having a life of fame
Ace told Rico
Get money
Live and maintain
Reasonable doubt
Can I live
Without shots to the brain
To the brain
But what's the point
Of being hair
Without ever going against the grain
(Hook x2)
New York New York
5th Ave Dreams
Everyone got'em
But not that CREAM
I close my eyes at night
And wonder what it means
To Live the high life
World Trade Beams
(Verse 2) [Kai Royal]
Okay Now old Up..
Before I Kick Rhymes
I'm Bout To Roll Up
You Know What?
I'm Jus Tryna See More Bread Than Some Cold Cuts
Yeah, Sho Nuff
My Circle Is Tight
You n***as Too Sus
Give No Fuccs, About Ya Advice
We Gonna Blow Up
We All At Tha Bottom
Tryna Go Up
Heard A Couple n***as Hatin On Us
Yeah, So What?
I'm Just Tryna Do Me, They Should Try To Do Them
Busy Chasin My Dreams & They Busy Tryna Shoot Them
But They Bulletproof
I Feel Right At Home When I'm Spittin In Tha Booth
I Coulda Been A Quaterbacc or A Guard That Shoot
Or Matter Fact A Smooth n***a You See In A Suit
But Man I Rather Show Money & A Foreign Coupe
Remember Day Dreaming Bout This Sitting On My Stoop
I'm On My Way To Tha Top, Itz Just A Little Troop
See Ya Destiny Is Yours, You Just Gotta Choose..Itz Roy'al
(Hook x2)
New York New York
5th Ave Dreams
Everyone got'em
But not that CREAM
I close my eyes at night
And wonder what it means
To Live the high life
World Trade Beams
(Verse 3) [Moe Dinero]
Yellow taxi cabs
Biddies on they maxi pads
Cause they ain't tryna talk
Unless we talking how much racks we have
Imagine how much laughs we have
Chilling on the nasty ave
Nasty a** chilling
Turn to villains but we cla**y cats
Run up in designer stores
Stick em up with plastic gats
Cla**ic raps, queens get the money with gymnastic acts
Flipping all em plastic sacks, plastic bag trash talk
Cash talk, bums beg for bread on the asphalt
But switch the topic, had visions I hit the tropics
Bad b**hes was quick to drop it
Wack n***as was quick to knock it
Like, really my n***a stop it, really my n***a drop it
Peeped how they turnstiles, but a n***a was quick to hop it
Like breathe..stretch..shake, let it go
Thieve..stretch..weight...let it go
Mase remix they ain't get it tho
Since Queens get the money gotta get that dough
Bet you prolly thinking I split half
Then you must be dreaming on fifth ave
(Hook x2)
New York New York
5th Ave Dreams
Everyone got'em
But not that CREAM
I close my eyes at night
And wonder what it means
To Live the high life
World Trade Beams