Nyla
Lyrics
NY stays tough, yeah
Other places hate us
Always for the grit and grind
That's what fucking made us
NY bitch we close in it
We stick to it like clothespins
Keep our city closed in
NY bitch we so lit
New York's a nationality
We ain't seasonal like allergies
We in this bitch year around
We burned out status like calories
You don't belong in our town
If you can't remember our history
We always going up
Don't believe me ask Miss Liberty
I'm hitting out songs like Yankees
Right in the field like 99
My shit is too complex for you
That only I can align my lines
People have told me
To stop throwing the F bomb like I'm 10
But I know I'm going to be bigger than you
So guess you could say I'm a giant then
Way too loud to silence
Strumming this game like a violin
Every time I'm on the mic
People start calling the firemen
I'm the one they admiring
I'm the one they hiring
Running this game gets tiring
Whoops, I hear the sirens
Fuck this shit, time to dip
Out this bitch like lickity split
Hop don't hip, tok don't tik
I'm foreskin like tip of the dick
Running the garden like I'm a Knick
Pardon the barfing I'm Beliemic
I've wrote so much I've ruined the bit
That's the key to all my tricks
United New York stands tall
Together we ain't gonna fall
Even if our backs on walls
We willing to risk it all
Stand up if you with me
We all love our city
New York we represent
Keep it one hundred percent
NY stays tough, yeah
Other places hate us
Always for the grit and grind
That's what fucking made us
NY bitch we close in it
We stick to it like clothespins
Keep our city closed in
NY bitch we so lit
LA stays tough, yeah
Other places hate us
Always for the grit and grind
That's what fucking made us
LA bitch we close in it
We stick to it like clothespins
Keep our city closed in
LA bitch we so lit
Never gon' stop this, gotta be honest
Always stay modest, this what I wanted
Make the profit, fluff the wallet
Keep the promise, stay the strongest
Y'all tryna run and play
Silver lining on the tray
Cut the grass and there's snakes
Stop it all and watch it brake, yeah
Run and hide to the other side
Cause you know that we are certified
Occupied to justify why
Killing the G.O.A.T. would be suicide
Mortified to see I don't care
That they on your side like Nationwide
Horrified at the talent
So you tryna sympathize like you Mordecai
Your clap back tried to put us down
But it just rose us up
We bloomed from this and
We gon' make our people run it up
Can't stay in lane while chasing fame
They crossing lines and don't look back
Jumping hurdles, running circles
I'm on the field and I'm still on track
Spent years tryna perfect the craft
And now y'all wanna turn your backs
Had to work to get some racks
To buy the equipment to make tracks
Those who try to call me wack
Be the same ones who say 2Pac
So when you ask why we attack
It's just us speaking facts cause
LA stays tough, yeah
Other places hate us
Always for the grit and grind
That's what fucking made us
LA bitch we close in it
We stick to it like clothespins
Keep our city closed in
LA bitch we so lit
NY stays tough, yeah
Other places hate us
Always for the grit and grind
That's what fucking made us
NY bitch we close nit
We stick to it, like clothespins
Keep our city closed in
NY bitch we so lit
Writer(s): Jason Echeverria, Russell Ksiez
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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