New York Soul (Part 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 fine

I did everything for New York

New York or in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag

I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man

Kryie 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

I'll vary, vary the narr', bro, 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 fine

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 check

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 sun 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 Malcomn, 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 fine

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 Lamb where the artists play

Where God's way is the hardest way

Sold myself from keeping my faith

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