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astro - new new york lyrics

my city lost but cats make it seem like that ain’t a problem
people talk about new york, new york want to act like it ain’t involve them
i ain’t with that, take it back from the town, even got your sh-t took
everything done changed, from the g’s to the range to the skateboard to hipsters
brooklyn got a little more corporate, shut down the hood then put up office
if i ain’t know no better i’d say they trying to off us
let me chill
radio telling me to eat, i gotta make better records, ain’t tryna play me
’cause all i hear is cats kick raps about new bugattis that drive me crazy
i can’t relate, half these cats don’t make no sense
everybody sounded dense
and all messed up
we’re rapping and getting no love in these streets
don’t n-body want to speak
so i can see that it’s up to me
to put my city back on its feet
where the real ny g’s when you need ’em
all the g’s ny be breathing
come up out of hiding, back to the writing
cats talk reckless, no more sliding
no more video shot in my city
catch a hater in the elevator won’t end pretty
if only this was ’92
imagine what the hood would do
dj’s done got soft
it’s hard for the real to pop off
gotta put a stop to that
it’s like everybody forgot where rap
came from, ny, but i can’t let it die

’cause it’s new york
but there’s a new new york
home of the hustlers
disrespect and get your head knocked off
everybody supposed to represent
but when it come time to talk
’cause it’s new york
but there’s a new new york
home of the hustlers
disrespect and get your head knocked off
everybody supposed to represent
but when it come time to talk

yo, this music used to be an anthem
now it’s a bunch of rappers throwing temper tantrums
clouding the art form
this ain’t music g, this is c–nery
on my tv can’t believe what they showing me
i’mma start a pet-tion to bring rap city back
got my city on my shoulders like a piggy back
really rap went sideways
back in my days people kept it real so the game ain’t dilate
everybody rappin’ now, everybody trappin’ now
but that ain’t the right sound, put the mic down
let a g get it, never dumb down my sound
i’mma keep it nyc with it, hope nyc with it
’cause i do it for y’all, make a call for all my dogs
i’m the voice of the ghetto, y’all all is when i’m kicking it
these cats frivolous
can’t be in the same list, that’s the difference
they staring, its apparent
i’m the g-o-d, no christening
all the starters, got to finish them
and the sound, got to get on track
new york rap ain’t just boom-bap
huh, that’s real talk
it got us looking like bad sports
but i say no more, east coast so raw
you and your boss speak up
hip hop is dying, it need us

- astro lyrics

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