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Everybody from New York, rappin' about my Adidas And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything I wanted to put my city on the map Ayo, Peso, what these niggas want from me Ha, it's Fivi' Drillmatic mean all them small-ass handguns goin' to hibernation Let's do it Drill 'em (Drill 'em) Straight out the coast, right by the ocean We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin' We in them Rari's, them bitches is floatin' Know they can see us with the top open Twin exhaust, show 'em what smoke is I make the call, killers in motion We leave 'em raw like dinner at Nobu He don't want no beef, he only eat Tofu Antisocial The Draco talk, I don't speak to you Pull up on the side of the car, just to see it shoot Where them niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle We ain't them niggas you hide from Hit 'em in the knee and the thigh once Turn a 6'5" nigga 5'1" We got them opp packs We roll up and smoke 'em to God Son SongtexteWe burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell 'til God come I'm the live one I'm the one that keep it lit I'm the one they should remember You the one they gon' forget We ain't them niggas they thought that we was We them real niggas that they said that they was Gloves, mask, burner, check Drugs, money, murder, sex We ain't them niggas they thought that we was We them real niggas that they said that they was Gloves, mask, burner, check Drugs, money, murder, sex If I said I'm the king of New York, you'd be mad? If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad? Nigga act, told him "Don't even ask" Can a dead body jump out of a bag? No monitor strapped on my ankle I'm back in the city and I can't believe this shit Got the biggest, baddest bitch in New York Her name Liberty, I came to see the bitch Still on that cedar shit, red cap Smoke in the clouds, head back If you ain't been stepped on in a clean ass pair of 1995 Air Max, dead that He came to his senses We walk in the club, it ain't for attention Nigga tried to get me a free G-Wagon I told him, "Fuck that, free Jimmy Henchman" Fuck out my mentions, fuck all that talkin' Come for the tension, we in them Benzes Tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin' Me and this Nip' tat, we in the trenches Brr, they only call me for emergencies (They only call me for emergencies) Of course, I can get him hit (Baow) But I wanna do it myself and it's burnin' me (Baow) Huh, yeah, nigga, the nerve of me (Nigga, the nerve of me) 'Cause I'm too rich (I'm too rich), but I still wanna do the hit (Grrt, baow) Yeah, nigga, my gun is gettin' grown (Gun is gettin' grown) I shoot a nigga on his own (On his own) Try to leave it in the house (What?) But the shit don't wanna stay home (Nah) She give me everything she own (Ha) Plus more (Plus more) It's only me on the mountain of Rushmore (It's only me on the mountain, ah) When I stab 'em, they gush more (Boom, boom, boom) Huh, yeah, hey, it give me a rush more (It give me a rush more) Huh, look, they copyin', too many of me (Uh) Huh, I been in these streets (Yeah) Nigga (Nigga), I got rich off of havin' beef (Baow) I make 'em kill everything they see (Uh) I just blew blood on this concrete, pussy (Huh, pussy) I dare a nigga, try to harm me If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad? (If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?) Huh, yeah, grrt, twistin' my fingers and holdin' my flag (Baow, boom) Yeah, I said I'm the king of New York, that's a fact (New York my city, nigga) When I'm in the city, the city don't know how to act (Nah, huh) Yeah (When I'm in the city, the city don't know how to act) But when they call me king, it get me gassed When they promote an opp, it get me mad And when they catch a score, it get me sad But when we get 'em back, it get me glad Uh, real different (Baow, baow, baow, real different) He got bullets in him (I see an opp and I'm hittin' a button, drill 'em) If he survive, he gon' still feel it (Ha, woo, boom) We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (Nah) We them real niggas that they said that they was (Fivi', grrt) Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow) Drugs, money, murder, sex (Boom) We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (Nah) We them real niggas that they said that they was (Yeah, grrt) Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Drugs, money, murder, sex Clap for him, he made it to heaven Clap for him, he made it to heaven Checks Checks King of the drill Aus Songtexte Mania