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bryant dope - nny lyrics

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(intro)
yea, this is new york

(chorus)
new york city
i don’t know why i love you
maybe it’s because that you’re mine
new york city
i don’t know why i love you
could be you remind me of myself

(verse 1)
i stay close like a baby to a bosom
a pound to a pusha
corner to a hooker
to the streets, know they lookin’ at my feet
got that heat, and they do too
i hope they don’t rob me
that’s just the mindstate
when you grew up in the elevated crime rate
moms praying, hopin’ that my n-gg-s flyin’ straight
steer past jail and dodge a court date
so i’m just chillin’ on this train
pennin’ lines of the pain
for the people who will greet you
with a dap before a gat
see, we peaceful with the lethal
environment we live in
makes it easy for a n-gg-
to f-ck up and sin again
i’m chillin’ man
but the streets lookin’ for hire
join that life, your kicks will end up on a wire
i chill with shorties flyer
who inquire why i’m the n-gg-
that every chick in new york desire
the city a poem
every borough a verse
every street is a line
that’s where my flow was birthed
so i emerse, because i’m cursed to speak truth
so every beat i choose gets four times two
i spew haikus at high noon
about who’s reppin’ they city like i do
i got to
for everyone i told that got you
from queens, where the kids stay lit like blocks do

(chorus)
new york city
i don’t know why i love you
maybe it’s because that you’re mine
new york city
i don’t know why i love you
could be you remind me of myself

(verse 2)
i tell you what
i could spit that good sh-t
to make you roll that kush stick
from boogie down bronx to bushwick
you understood quick
i never push whips
i hop in the gypsy cab
my chips be at the hood rich
so tell me what i should tip
i spend my last penny fast
on a gl-ss of henny
trashed in a taxi cab
i see my city smashed
with a sense of admiration
the c-cktail of my aspiration
plus a lack of patience
got me badger chasin’ my shadow
like peter pan, so i gotta be the man
need at least a grand to feed the fam
pay my f-ckin’ feature, d-mn
feelin’ rowdy ’til i’m outtie, thoughts cloudy
my loyalty be what oil be to saudis, essential
question my potential and f-ck it
i gotta clinch you like a mic
rip you right, and trust me
i will offend you with my metropolitan st–ze
demolishin’ thieves who try to steel my light
while i’m acknowledgin’ dreams
young b-st-rd, raised faster
by a city, then an absentee father
game has to whip me like a slave master
see the marks on my back
freedom’s darker than that
cut me some slack when i’m thoughtful on wax
this is ny, hold my pen high
you know that men lie, numbers don’t
spit a 16 to represent my mindstate
my blind fate has a divine place
eternally yours, i shine safe
i f-ckin’ love it

(chorus)
new york city
i don’t know why i love you
maybe it’s because that you’re mine



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