Ny

I'm from New York
Milly rocking in my black
I got my timbs on
I walk the talk
Got more women than opinions
Too fly for beef
If we do we filet mignon
Slide through with heat
Leave you mother fucking crimson
For my nigga from when I done had a bib on
I pray you got your cake, and you stay out of prison
This city got u making all types of decisions
Mercenary with my purpose, on the mission

The shooters on my side ain't gonna switch up
My squad is always down to ball, no playing pickup
Boxing out the comp, like a champ, Weighing fists of
Food on the scale, ain't smelling fishy for a minute
Eating good, kickin shit, I feel like steven seagal
Gamma or omega, bitch I plan so I could break fall
Good things come to those that wait when they are grateful
Scorched all my enemies, im letting off the napalm
Bitch I get up innit, ain't no time for me to stay calm
Sully cold, leave his face gone, in his mates arms
Top boy gotta practice having lots a patience
Waiting till the moment that you make your elevation
I done lost a lotta homies on the way, they gone
To my niggas locked up, posture up, stay strong
Promise that our time is coming, you ain't gotta Wait long
Holdin down the streets, we pushing ps, and I just make songs

I'm from New York
Milly rocking in my black
I got my timbs on
I walk the talk
Got more women than opinions
Too fly for beef
If we do we filet mignon
Slide through with heat
Leave you mother fucking crimson
For my nigga from when I done had a bib on
I pray you got your cake, and you stay out of prison
This city got u making all types of decisions
Mercenary with my purpose, on the mission



Credits
Writer(s): Gaffney Pierre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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