Tarik - NY1 (New York Minute) lyrics

[Produced by Oscar O'Neill] [Intro]: You're watching NY1, news all morning [Queens Bound, A Express] This is High Street Transfer is available to the C train Interlude: When you got one of these... When you got one of these sh**s, you gon' struggle That's the struggle right there, a f**ing EBT card Food stamps and $91.50; I'm keeping it real Everyday, all day, alright And I don't want this sh** I don't want to be on this for the rest of my life, you know? I've been online looking for jobs and doing this and that If a person with a degree and a high school diploma And stuff like that can't even get a job right now... And I can't even get a job so simple as McDonald's... You know what I mean? What's left for me to do? Go out there in the street and get my hustle on and sell weed And do this and that and the third And then turn around and be like this... Verse 1: Oscar O'Neill Reporting live from the city of dreams The j**els, the cars, the clothes, material things And everyday a n***a try to do positive things Like how to get my album poppin with marketing schemes Never thought to f** with the likes of the shameful and jealous Cause part of their cognitive process is underdeveloped n***as is light in the pockets, that's life in the ghetto Trying to elevate my career to monstrous levels, hello...look And I'm just trying to be HOV I'm just trying to be Nas; I'm just trying to be GOD New York heavy hitter, Queens representer These rap scheme aesthetics embedded in my genetics I'm only here to confront these erroneous misconceptions Tell you 'bout my daily from a real n***a's perspective Money, power, respect, a real n***a's objective I'm trying to go viral like an infection, what's on your checklist? Interlude: I think that we live in a really special bubble inside New York City Like I would run into you wearing 8 watches on your arm And you're going into Fat Radish and it's like... WOW! I know that guy! Great! And then if we were to leave this context, it would seem a little weird And I think that we definitely feel that like...now there's these art fairs that happen in other cities where you run into a lot of art-people and you're like... 'She goes everywhere' Yeah, it's weird for me to walk into the bathroom because you don't think I'm a woman Verse 2: Tarik Check the check like a stack of Nikes The cost of living pricey, on the rise As the worse increases, but y'all don't hear me I'm growing weary Looking into my mother's eyes as they're growing teary, man dying is broke and scary Trying to keep a clear mind But I can't seem to reason with records that's catching airtime While people don't get to hear mine So here's my form of protest Every single verse that I cut is a "Rik is here" sign reminding you it ain't their time I'm all alone, though It's funny how we endorse a song about catching bodies till a cop catch one It's funny how we don't riot when the block catch one I ain't gonna waste my time preaching, though, I'm not that dumb Rather tell you 'bout my clever ways and fly methods Or how I'm 'bout to pop out the blue like iMessage Or how they say the flow is divine like God's message I do in a take what you doing in 9 sessions Come on, dog What's a 16 to me, when all my features sound like it's 16 to 3 But this one for the music, it's Oscar, that's La Familia Plus the future face of the GRAMMY's so get familiar It's Rik Interlude: What is this obsession with, you know? The bling, and the swag, and the condos, and the cars? When you brag about sh** like that, you know what I mean? What happens, people end up getting robbed They want to rob you and take your sh**, you what I mean? Make your money, do your thing, I mean, you know...pay your bills You want nice things, spend your money on nice sh** But...don't come to, you know? Come to the hood and brag about the sh** you got thinking that you not gonna get robbed Cause there's a lot of broke people in the hood, including me And if you come to my hood doing that sh** I'm TAKING your sh**, straight like that What's your name? What's your name? Tell me... HOTSAUCE Watch out for HOTSAUCE, she will straight jack your sh**