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oscar o'neill - ny1 (new york minute) lyrics

[produced by oscar o’neill]

[intro]:
you’re watching ny1, news all morning

[queens bound, a express]
this is high street
transfer is available to the c train

interlude:
when you got one of these…
when you got one of these sh-ts, you gon’ struggle
that’s the struggle right there, a f-cking ebt card
food stamps and $91.50; i’m keeping it real
everyday, all day, alright
and i don’t want this sh-t
i don’t want to be on this for the rest of my life, you know?
i’ve been online looking for jobs and doing this and that
if a person with a degree and a high school diploma
and stuff like that can’t even get a job right now…
and i can’t even get a job so simple as mcdonald’s…
you know what i mean? what’s left for me to do?
go out there in the street and get my hustle on and sell weed
and do this and that and the third
and then turn around and be like this…

verse 1: oscar o’neill
reporting live from the city of dreams
the jewels, the cars, the clothes, material things
and everyday a n-gga try to do positive things
like how to get my album poppin with marketing schemes
never thought to f-ck with the likes of the shameful and jealous
cause part of their cognitive process is underdeveloped
n-ggas is light in the pockets, that’s life in the ghetto
trying to elevate my career to monstrous levels, h-llo…look
and i’m just trying to be hov
i’m just trying to be nas; i’m just trying to be god
new york heavy hitter, queens representer
these rap scheme aesthetics embedded in my genetics
i’m only here to confront these erroneous misconceptions
tell you ’bout my daily from a real n-gga’s perspective
money, power, respect, a real n-gga’s objective
i’m trying to go viral like an infection, what’s on your checklist?

interlude:
i think that we live in a really special bubble inside new york city
like i would run into you wearing 8 watches on your arm
and you’re going into fat radish and it’s like…
wow! i know that guy! great!
and then if we were to leave this context, it would seem a little weird
and i think that we definitely feel that like…now there’s these art fairs that happen in other cities where you run into a lot of art-people and you’re like…
‘she goes everywhere’
yeah, it’s weird for me to walk into the bathroom because you don’t think i’m a woman

verse 2: tarik
check the check like a stack of nikes
the cost of living pricey, on the rise
as the worse increases, but y’all don’t hear me
i’m growing weary
looking into my mother’s eyes as they’re growing teary, man dying is broke and scary
trying to keep a clear mind
but i can’t seem to reason with records that’s catching airtime
while people don’t get to hear mine
so here’s my form of protest
every single verse that i cut is a “rik is here” sign reminding you it ain’t their time
i’m all alone, though
it’s funny how we endorse a song about catching bodies till a cop catch one
it’s funny how we don’t riot when the block catch one
i ain’t gonna waste my time preaching, though, i’m not that dumb
rather tell you ’bout my clever ways and fly methods
or how i’m ’bout to pop out the blue like imessage
or how they say the flow is divine like god’s message
i do in a take what you doing in 9 sessions
come on, dog
what’s a 16 to me, when all my features sound like it’s 16 to 3
but this one for the music, it’s oscar, that’s la familia
plus the future face of the grammy’s so get familiar
it’s rik

interlude:
what is this obsession with, you know?
the bling, and the swag, and the condos, and the cars?
when you brag about sh-t like that, you know what i mean?
what happens, people end up getting robbed
they want to rob you and take your sh-t, you what i mean?
make your money, do your thing, i mean, you know…pay your bills
you want nice things, spend your money on nice sh-t
but…don’t come to, you know? come to the hood and brag about the sh-t you got thinking that you not gonna get robbed
cause there’s a lot of broke people in the hood, including me
and if you come to my hood doing that sh-t
i’m taking your sh-t, straight like that
what’s your name? what’s your name? tell me…
hotsauce
watch out for hotsauce, she will straight jack your sh-t

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