L.Smith - 5th Ave Dreams lyrics

(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