New York Soul, Pt. II

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying

I did everything for New York

New Yorker in California

Packed Brooklyn up in this bag

I'm in Malibu with the Bronx

She's in Kevin love with your man

Kyrie needed a king

I'm just making you understand

What I rustle up in the West

Cause my reach is Kevin Duran

Records are very pop

With a pocket deeper than sand

A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan

Changing the fucking spectrum

I need you to understand

Like I took the fall for some drugs

I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)

Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand

So the minute you hear my single

Just know that it's in my plan

Advantage of demographics

I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith

I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van

This game, boy, is very, very advanced

I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware

How very, very Dinero I can get on a snare

Letting go of your throat

I can sing the hook if you scared

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying

I did everything for New York

Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side

That's porterhouse

She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce

That's Slaughterhouse

Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy

We ordered out

The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down

Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat

Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap

This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that

See, my joy lies in the son

And you should jump on that

She'll make you think that she the wife

And that you found the one

But she just looking for some powder

Not the talcum one

I’m not judging

Here in the middle like I’m Malcolm, son

Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns

Bow down to no crown

These goobers out for the count

Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud

I was pounding face in the lounge

Sober dope, moving proud

Like allowance found in the crowd

With a thousand counting me out

But I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life

Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio

Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying

I did everything for New York

Let me give the kids just a little help

Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth

Cause if it can stop the pain

How the fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires

That killed themselves?

So you can take me off your winner's shelf

I got that fifth vision, I'm bringing help

I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew

But now all I hear is the dinner bell

I need a family that loves me right

Don't need a chain, don't need a glove at night

I had a conversation with an angel

She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life

Dropped off in the land where the artists play

Where God's way is the hardest way

Told myself I'm keeping my faith

If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away