8pm in New York

Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy, ooh
Nah, I got— Nah, I gotta come different on this
I gotta come different on this
Aight, uh, ayy, ayy

Uh, uh, uh, ayy, real life saucy
That's why they on me, surely
They don't love me, just what I'm securin'
Gotta know when the people ain't for me, uh, wait, wait
Don't pay 'em no mind, them haters, they be trippin'
Y'all won't get my time, never catch me slippin'
My team full of diamonds, nigga, yeah, we glisten
My team full of—
My brother told me, "They fuck with you
If they can't fuck with you, they fuck with you"
They might hit you for a buck or two, uh
This is really what that jungle do, uh
See us glowin', now they fuck with the vision
Fakers, I hit 'em all with division
Countin' chicken, cookin' up in the kitchen
I'm countin' chicken, cookin' up in the—
(Wait) Listen, uh, lyrical exercise
Upper echelon, grilled chicken with extra fries
TK be the enterprise
Bars energize, better act like you recognize
Lyricism is never-endin'
Feelin' like Dennis, niggas know that I'm a menace
Twenty-four, I don't need a minute
I got the ball, the guys know I'ma finish
Never settle, got my foot on the pedal
Elevatin', always raisin' my level
Heat up the kettle, come and get what I'm into
If I'm slidin', then it's never a rental, penetratin', uh
I get to the rack like Flash, no hesitation, use meditation, uh
I stay out the way, never cared for no reputation
Scratch that, move around, renovation
Pen-Pen escapin', move like I'm the greatest
Humble shit outta the window, throw it
Walkin' better than talkin', show it
Knowledge is power, like height, you grow it
From concrete, yeah, I've rosen
Shoot my shot, and once it drop, I'm DeRozan
This from the top, I make it pop like a soda
I gotta chill, hardheaded, my mental is made outta steel
Always on go, no keepin' me still
For man, I'm cookin', I don't need a grill, uh, uh
I gotta chill, hardheaded, my mental is made outta steel
No hater will ever make a nigga kneel
I'm Trill, you know I gotta keep it real, outta here, ayy

Fuck with the jazz
I fuck with the jazz
I fuck with the jazz
Uh, uh, uh, you know where I came from
Take shots for niggas who hit you with the same gun
That's where the pain come
It's all from niggas who came up from the same slums
Crazy how I saved them
But they slimy, only tryna bring my name down
Nah, let me stop, haha, nah, I'm off this

Actually, nah, nah
I fuck with this beat way too much, I gotta get back in there

Uh, uh, these niggas got sinus problems
They don't smell what we cookin', we keepin' it pushin'
I ain't Magneto, I bet I'll still pull 'em
Matter of fact, I'd rather be Wolverine
Give a slash to the face so they know it's me
Now I'm Quicksilver, skatin' off the scene
Wordplay stay fresh 'cause I keep it clean
'Cause I keep it clean, uh

Aight, now I'm really off this
Ayy, uh, I fuck with the jazz
I fuck with the jazz, uh
I fuck with the jazz
I fuck with the jazz