New York Marathon

Now do NY run you
Or do you run it?
When I hear that blast I gun it
Shit may ricochet, fuck it
Take that, Gimme That, Spendin that, Make that
Cry nah, carry on
New York Marathon
Matta fact, I get that paperback
Book it
Whether I earned it
Or took it
Before they ever carded me
When cardi b was little
I was at it like an addict
Since throwback photos
Not one single single
Need a
Bodak yellow
For a minute
I just didn’t know
What I was representing
Just cared about bars
Like a mixtape artist
To be honest
Not connecting
With my niggas
Or the masses
It took one hard look
At the man in the mirror
Like mike Jackson
To Be transparent
Without x ray glasses
Now I know my mission
Got tunnel vision
Must be that subway system
From the bronze age, like Tokens
But golden
Lebron James even got humbled on the 6 train
Same line JLO rode way back when
If I left home late
That’s your fault then
Make everyone wait
Imma make it man
On a scale from sane
All the way to insane
I’m a 10, like a
Homeless Naked man
Shorty on the express
Cake, god damn
Summertime no lie
Love my town
Only exception when I might
I slow down
I be Speedin up like a cheat code
I hit forty deuce
For the BBQs
When I meet a chick who from uptown
Meanwhile hailin from downtown
That’s by stuy town
Old school sound
But brand new
How I bounce
Now do NY run you
Or do you run it?
When I hear that blast I gun it
Shit may ricochet, fuck it
Take that, Gimme That, Spendin that, Make that
Cry nah, carry on
New York Marathon
Matta fact, I get that paperback
Book it
Whether I earned it
Or took it
Serve ya like mister softee
The fake one
Wit that weird song
U ain’t hear son
The Ice cold flow solo
With the Group I
Transform
Like Shang sung
I don’t trust no one
Witta Samsung
DTA, beat a nigga broad day
Like GTA
Same ETA
Ion know no rules
Since PTA
That’s probably why I had a low GPA
But these streets
Like taking that CPA
Quick cash
No bank
Chase either way
Ya follow?
Came up fast
Like heroes in a half-shell
Vamanos
Lift the manhole cover
For dominos
I was born with My Head in the clouds
Past the stratosphere
My thoughts was astronomical
I came down cause This atmosphere, so severe
Its liable
To Break a man down to a molecule
Either My thoughtsll weigh me down
Or I could talk When I open up its gravitational
Getcha bum ass movin, motivational
Like the will smith montage video
Nobody pause
Or Give flying fucks
If u down and sad
Friend foe or fam
They Leave ya ass
Gotta get yours
It’s push forward or resort to a
Brown bag
What’s in the brown bag?
Half pint of henny in the brown bag
Whole lotta drugs in the brown bag
That’s a whole lotta money for a brown bag
What’s in the brown bag?
Half pint of henny in the brown bag
Whole lotta drugs in the brown bag
That’s a whole lotta money for a brown bag
They must want me to black
In the heat of conflict, how do he react?
See if he pussy or a nigga push the heater back
Now I been called a lot of things
But don’t call me that
Post up in my town like a broadway ad
If you lookin for cheap tickets, know them alley cats
May push keys — not a steinway man
Top athletes dabble during offseason
Rest in peace Len Bias for the same reason
But it ain’t Boston where they made me at
In fact, shit done changed a lot
But I don’t like to talk about it, cause it makes me sad
Ladies out here, they all hate my ass
Baby I’m a hound dog and you can’t be mad
The concrete jungle is my habitat
So put me back, where you found me at
And it’s straight like that
Real Queens niggas get down like that
Why, do you sound like that?
If you come around, hear the sound
And it’s straight like that
Real Queens niggas get down like that
Why, do you sound like that?
If you come around, hear the sound