| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
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| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
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| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
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| I did everything for New York
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| New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
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| I’m in Malibu with the Bronx, she’s in Kevin love with your man
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| Kyrie needed a king, I’m just making you understand
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| What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Durant
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| Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
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| A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
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| Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand
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| Like I took the fall for some drugs
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| I’ve been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy’s)
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| Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
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| So the minute you hear my single, just know that it’s in my plan
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| Advantage of demographics, I’m Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
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| I’m moving business, I’m Taylor Swift in a van
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| This game, boy, is very, very advanced
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| I’m very, very New York, be very, very aware
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| How very, very Di Nero, I can get on a snare
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| Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared
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| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
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| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
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| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
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| I did everything for New York
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| Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high
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| That’s porterhouse
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| She’s 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that’s Slaughterhouse
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| Benny Hahn, Hahn’s and a tall boy, we ordered out
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| The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down?
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| Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
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| Don’t be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
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| This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
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| See, my joy lies in the Son and you should jump on that
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| She’ll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
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| But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
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| I’m not judging, here in the middle like I’m Malcolm, son
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| Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
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| Bow down to no crown, these dudes was out for the count
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| 'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding bass in the lounge
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| Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
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| When a thousand counting me out
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| But I’m here and killing the crowd now, blaow
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| Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
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| Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
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| Long Island’s own are smiling cause my soul is fine
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| I did everything for New York
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| Yo, I’m telling you
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| Yo, I’m telling you (Yeah)
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| Yo, I’m telling you
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| Yo, I’m telling you (Yeah)
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| Let me give the kids just a little help
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| Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
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| 'Cause if it can stop the pain
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| How the fuck do you explain a bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
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| So you can take me off your winner’s shelf
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| I got different vision, I’m bringing help
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| I know the demons in the room
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| Gon' say it’s more that I can chew
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| But now all I hear is the dinner bell
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| I need a family that loves me right
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| Don’t need a chain, don’t need a club at night
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| I had a conversation with an angel
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| She told me I’d cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
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| Dropped off in the land where the artists play
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| Where God’s way is the hardest way
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| Told myself I’m keeping my faith
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| If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I give it all away |