[Intro] Uh, we just touched down, New York City Yeah, Uh huh Big heart in my chest, bigger balls in my jeans There's only 1 NAJ Double the Es, please [Verse 1: Najee] Capricorn born in the city of war But don't cry, no pity for your boy It ain't break me, just made me Jungle Tactics, the blocks trained me Yeah, from Wash Heights to the Bronx I got it on Made moves from mid day to next morn Chicken and fried rice kept a brother strong That's the hustlers' dish Word to the stars made the hustlers wish To get a million in and then triple it Then quadruple that until I'm silly rich I got game like Dykman to 55th Where there's dimes, Knicks and plenty clips Familiar with trifleness and grittiness Working to get out, then revisit it Just to show my lil n----a they can get it in The young G's poster child F__k, I'm doing good, I'm supposed to smile Take a flick, I'm only here for a minute But keep your eyes wide, bare witness [Hook: Najee] I'm who she mentions, who he wants to be Big heart in my chest, bigger balls in my jeans NAJ 2 Es same G whether selling a million or a key I shall be what I am destined to be I shall be what I am destined to be [Verse 2: Najee] Behind the Ray Bans, is the window to the soul of a man so bold so cold Warm hearted towards his family though He barely talks but damn he can flow Tough times were instilled in his bones And all the struggle did was prepare him for his throne No crown or expensive gowns Just respect from the crowds, where his foot sets ground Wether concrete or water Just know when I walk up, I silence all up The Edgar Alan Poe flow caught you Your styles bore us You probably sit when your piss, stand for nothing Bunch of pop stars fronting, really disgusting Revolution televised, but don't cry when I die When I'm gone don't mourn May the movement live on No matter what you say I'mma be what I be Wether the block or TV, NAJ double the Es