Your Boy for Life - NY1 lyrics

Your Boy for Life "NY1" Uh, Aiyo, if I nail this in one shot You gotta take me to the Spa Castle and Cherry Valley I'm serious [Verse 1] Yo, I put the TV on to see what's really good New York 1 (NY1) to check the weather in my neighborhood Aiyo that's Pat Kiernan on the telly, what's crackin'? He said it's 35 degrees and you should bring a jacket Aiyo no doubt Captain, I got the godly flow Good looking out and say what up to Lewis Dodley though Then I hit up the bodega gonna get a roll Of bacon, egg and cheese, 2 sugars with a coffee yo (that's the recipe) Peep a shorty standing on the line Wearing yoga pants and looking fine Ohh look at that behind, so you know I creep up from behind Drop a dime, get a better look Damn that booty took, my breath away and Had a brother hooked, imagine if this f**in b**h could cook? Yo sh** would be bananas, take a piss before I make a trip Walking to the subway real quick Then I take the E to Roosevelt, sitting in the back and roll a spliff Yo Why this station always smell like sh**? What the f**? Diseases in the air, I could bet on it Aiyo the motherf**ing MTA should get on it Yo man it's not even the area man, I swear man Shout outs to Jackson Heights It's the motherf**ing MTA, they lazy as f** (yerr) f**, jump the motherf**ing turnstiles [Verse 2] Aiiyo I bought a cake and ate it by myself Cause I don't give a f** about my health And I can't control the munchies when I get them, yo it's pitiful For real though, that motherf**ing sh** is difficult I'm tryna live in a comfortable condominium But I'm feeling like Matt Damon in Elysium Tryna bridge the gap between the rich and poor Equality is what I'm living for, sh** is real Politickin' better live up to the quote Because we losing value in the vote They got us by throat like it ain't enough To notice that we broke, now they stop and search inside our coat, sh** is cray That's why I keep the quarter ounce inside my underwear Then at the crib I transfer it into the Tupperware Preferably room temperature environment You couldn't put my flames out with a thousand firemen Red and gold armor plated like I'm Iron Man Delta 9-tetrahydrocannabinol requirement Born in '86 when the Mets and Giants won the ring Patrick Ewing drafted number 1, I'm destined to be King, word is bon Yeah, you heard it first Aiyo man shout outs to New York 1 (NY1) Haha, shout outs to Q-Crew man My homie Bidness Bugatti, Ice, Paulie Gagz, Vin Envy, word up Yerr, and to everybody yerrr Haha, I mean do I really...do I really gotta end it this way? I mean I don't even f**ing know if I wanna, if I wanna really do it Hell, I'm serious about getting that ma**age this week though