| The street is waiting on that real shit |
| These hating niggas praying I get killed quick |
| Guess it ain’t no love where I come from |
| Fake smiles, fake hugs where I come from |
| The first one to ride for my city |
| 'Til I noticed that they wasn’t riding with me |
| Niggas say you got to bring New York back |
| But my hood is like Chicago, where New York at |
| How we know our pedigree with no identity |
| Too many chickens scared to make enemies |
| So welcome to New York, we the hardest yeah |
| Where the DJs is bigger than the artists here |
| Yeah, I think I woke up in a bad mood |
| Wearing my feeling on my sleeve like a tattoo |
| Waving the flag for my city then I threw it down |
| I’m done with it, let another nigga hold it down |
| Sometimes I feel like fuck my city |
| Too many bitch niggas from my city |
| None of these lame niggas run my city |
| At times I feel like I don’t love my city |
| Sometimes I feel like fuck my city |
| At times I feel like I don’t love my city |
| Damn, I feel the hate when it come to me |
| They let niggas disrespect us then they stunt on me |
| I put the city on my back, how they front on me? |
| I wore that Yankee cap well, ain’t no love for me |
| Man, the fuck happen to my city dog? |
| Over two million sold, still a hundred though |
| What they waiting for, my niggas been ready |
| Try to uplift the city but these niggas so petty |
| Damn, I guess I start a new wave |
| I bet Biggie turning over in his grave |
| The streets screaming that they waiting for a change |
| But my hands tied |
| These pussies trying to lock me out the game |
| Fuck what we used to be, we not that |
| And these rappers claiming street but they not that |
| How I’m supposed to feel, nigga I’m a rider |
| But my own city showing more love to outsiders |
| These weak niggas wish I wasn’t here |
| But just imagine if I wasn’t here |
| You wouldn’t get this real talk nigga |
| These pussies want to leave you in the dark nigga |
| I give you me, I give you all of me |
| Just know that I’ll be there when you call on me |
| You won’t get it 'til I’m dead and gone |
| Probably won’t appreciate me 'til I’m dead and gone |