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Featuring Anthm Prod by Hannibal King (Intro) Yea, this is New York (Chorus) New York City I don't know why I love you Maybe it's because that you're mine New York City I don't know why I love you Could be you remind me of myself (Verse 1) I stay close like a baby to a bosom A pound to a pusha Corner to a hooker To the streets, know they lookin' at my feet Got that heat, and they do too I hope they don't rob me That's just the mindstate When you grew up in the elevated crime rate Moms praying, hopin' that my niggas flyin' straight Steer past jail and dodge a court date So I'm just chillin' on this train SongtextePennin' lines of the pain For the people who will greet you With a dap before a gat See, we peaceful with the lethal Environment we live in Makes it easy for a nigga To fuck up and sin again I'm chillin' man But the streets lookin' for hire Join that life, your kicks will end up on a wire I chill with shorties flyer Who inquire why I'm the nigga That every chick in New York desire The city a poem Every borough a verse Every street is a line That's where my flow was birthed So I emerse, because I'm cursed to speak truth So every beat I choose gets four times two I spew haikus at high noon About who's reppin' they city like I do I got to For everyone I told that got you From Queens, where the kids stay lit like blocks do (Chorus) New York City I don't know why I love you Maybe it's because that you're mine New York City I don't know why I love you Could be you remind me of myself (Verse 2) I tell you what I could spit that good shit To make you roll that kush stick From Boogie Down Bronx to Bushwick You understood quick I never push whips I hop in the gypsy cab My chips be at the hood rich So tell me what I should tip I spend my last penny fast On a glass of Henny Trashed in a taxi cab I see my city smashed With a sense of admiration The cocktail of my aspiration Plus a lack of patience Got me badger chasin' my shadow Like Peter Pan, so I gotta be the man Need at least a grand to feed the fam Pay my fuckin' feature, damn Feelin' rowdy 'til I'm outtie, thoughts cloudy My loyalty be what oil be to Saudis, essential Question my potential and fuck it I gotta clinch you like a mic Rip you right, and trust me I will offend you with my metropolitan steeze Demolishin' thieves who try to steel my light While I'm acknowledgin' dreams Young bastard, raised faster By a city, then an absentee father Game has to whip me like a slave master See the marks on my back Freedom's darker than that Cut me some slack when I'm thoughtful on wax This is NY, hold my pen high You know that men lie, numbers don't Spit a 16 to represent my mindstate My blind fate has a divine place Eternally yours, I shine safe I fuckin' love it (Chorus) New York City I don't know why I love you Maybe it's because that you're mine Aus Songtexte Mania