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General guidelines to ride by Can't kill my vibe, you couldn't find mine Come to New York City, I'm in the skyline with a fine dime And nigga we ain't fine dining Hit the Halal stand for cheap plates Hit the high line, that's a cheap date I ain't worthy, fuck it who is? Do what you do girl, fuck it you lit Hundred niggas yelling "New York back" I hear em rapping they only set, "New York back" I'm in Queens to Harlem, the Garden I rap And I'm only hearing New York clap Bout to move out to Cali, got a little thing out the valley And this one girl hiding my hookah I wish I knew to show her how to maneuver Truth, through the city like a presidential motorcade On my way so the motherfuckers don't shake Never mind I'm just smoking that grade A Running with the same niggas since grade eight You ain't never seen no strangers appear My niggas been the same ones for years I don't do it for the peers, I do it for the fam Man, all of my angles are clear Other day yo, I was shopping on Rodeo Got a call from my nigga Cheyo Said the hood hot bro SongtexteGotta get away yo Losing niggas like every day Told 'em 18 months I'ma get a tour bus Coming up and we never looking back Need a rut to the cuts that bleeds deep Three ducks in the truck like beep beep Life is what you make of it, it's play-doh This year, this year man goes back to the moon If you coming to my city wanna know the deets? I'm the embassy, I'm the one to see Yeah baby, yeah baby From over here but I took it over there baby Riding in the drop, let your hair crazy Climbing to the top going stair crazy Crazy how the game opened up A nigga ain't been home for some months But when I get home I be posted up Do it for the city til the coast is us From a city where a nigga turn a penny to a twenty But when the penny turns friends turn to enemies As semis turn urns into memories Make shots nigga burn like the Hennessy The city got problems, the city's so godless I watch it all burn like it's heresy Witchcraft for your bitchass, witchcraft is your gift that I live in the moment, the moment is timeless I hear all your talk but you're so unaccomplished Opinions are nonsense And I ain't got time for opinions to process These days I'm inspired by me and nothing else Bottles of tequila and some weed and nothing else You know my niggas with me and no one else I ain't pressing you can hold them hoes, sudden death Golden goals Aus Songtexte Mania