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letra de new rich city - da youngfellaz

[verse 1: sho-biz]

thou shall not f-ck wit nor see poppa
brooklyn fly n-gga, knick floor seat copper
number one chief rocker, flow raw like meat lockers
whole team fresh off the block like ibaka
partner, but they turn westbrook whenever them shots involved
holding court in the street, don’t never go get them cops involved
they thought i was falling off, and i respond like not at all
couple up’s, couple down’s sh-t feeling like stocks and bonds
but nah, it ain’t no wall street here
dying before our time that is all we fear
new rich sh-t and camo’s that is all we wear
they yelling d-mn biz, yf is all we hear
mama said i’m going crazy i should go and get my head checked
making sure my family up to get that bread next
compet-tion on bed rest, rest in peace to all my n-ggas doing life
it’s f-cked up cause they ain’t even dead yet

[hook: jay storm]

yo this the city that we living in
it’s new york, get ya benjamin’s
and work hard for the dividends
regardless of the times i’m coming to get mines
and i’m grinding everyday just to get by
yo this the city that we living in
it’s new york, get ya benjamin’s
and work hard for the dividends
regardless of the times i’m coming to get mines
and i’m grinding everyday just to get by
n-gga this sh-t ahh

[verse 2: jay storm]

n-ggas got me on that fly sh-t, pull a fitted to the back
drop a seed grow a c0ke turn that sh-t into a crack
ya sniffing that glue high, where the f-ck do they do that at
my lyrics speakin fluent rap, grab a beat and then move it back
we still hungry, money running through my head i’m moving that
funny sonny gunning for my head, but you ain’t doing that
this rap sh-t mine, i’m never not giving a second
cause i know that i’m living a legend, look at the city the kid representin’
what you think huh, that i made it from a blink
i’m deep thought, meditated from a brinks
yeah that money truck, these fake -sses with they tummy tuck
all to get ya money up, fatigues and filter logos on the b-tton up
yeah peep the style and the way these guys sweat us
the number one question is can these vets get us
see new rich up to bring ya down
and make sure you know who brings ya round, it ain’t safe here

[hook: jay storm]

[verse 3: sal capone]

this the city that we living in, blue yankee fitted bent
you talk it but we living it, this bad boy ’bout his benjamin’s
grinding hard till they see me on them billboards
fam, fame and money that’s the only thing i k!ll for
stomach starving, i’m hungry that’s on the real boy
new york att-tude you n-ggas better chill boy
i’m gunning they running they see we on that other sh-t
kidnap your kids, might sn-tch your baby mother sh-t
baking pies i be whipping with my oven mitts
corrupted system so we warring with the government
real talk i’m the boss mobbing in my suit and tie
double cross take a lose, them goons a leave you crucified
spitting flames like lucifer, bricks inside the moving truck
stunting is a habit it ain’t new to us
they see we up, ya’ll mad ya’ll down
crack a dutch let’s roll this loud, it ain’t safe

[hook: jay storm]

- da youngfellaz

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