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letra de city of gods freestyle - dyme-a-duzin

[chorus: alicia keys, playboi carti & fivio foreign]
new york city, please go easy on me tonight
new york city, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
yeah

[verse: dyme-duzin & alicia keys]
i got the crown, i am the sound, i am the talk of new york
who are these clowns, they out of bounds, who drafted them in the sport?
funnest alone, thought you was up, now n-ggas ball in the court
f-ck is a opp, i don’t see comp’, please don’t consider me yours
since a little n-gga i been realer than them is you kidding me dog?
spin an artist if his sh-t ain’t as hard
crass b-st-rd still a backpacker that’ll clap at ya, get the drillers involved
soul feel it cause it ain’t a facadе
rappers been shading me, told them to suck a d-ck and disappеar like isaiah rashad
pause headed to the top dawg
predecessors getting knocked off, learned the hard way a n-gga not soft
hit with two shots and one tryna crush a n-gga like hot sauce
preach your profits high how my stock soar
in a while im top four
most rappers getting no cheese running with flows that are not yours
basic n-gga you a nachos
lame n-ggas tryna claim king of a lane they should thank pop for
new n-ggas getting locked, i just watch news 12 and get the popcorn
coulda got the whole gang signed, i was ovo like
over like ’09 drizzy, i need a hard b-tch, brooklyn or bronx b-tch surely be county no kizzy
on our new york sh-t, start a power couple with ya keep that sh-t a hundred, no fifty
i can be ya pap no remy
you can watch those trash hoes envy
waist sn-tched and your ass so pretty
big apple not yo-
home of the grabba and fronto
someone tell eric adams if he banning wack rappers he got my vote
i’m tryna make brooklyn a boss show
give us something we can all quote
this feel like the roc when jay was with dame and they say he a d-ck but he hard tho
flexin the mb, the whip in the car show
uh
maybe i’m bein too rough
that sh-t h-lla soft when im speezin she tell me go easy i’m beatin it up
(new york city, please go easy on-)
uh
i just been feening to f-ck
waited my life for this sh-t, i done went in too raw and done seeded it up
(losing my lover)
huh
so many loved ones lost
i could make millions off of my mom but what i want don’t really cost
(new york city, please go easy on me)
you know that i love you of course
uh
we playin tough but they actin
you got some aim well then up it and clap it
this need the upper reaction
he didn’t even know i’m a f-ckin assassin, i just been ducking the madness
don’t fit in enough for your brackets
told her she can enroll if she classy
but i still bust me a ratchet, done with the past sh-t, f-ck the attachments
more endors-m-nts more tour money
friends switched over small money
learned early they ain’t all for me
when i needed them see what they want from me
run into ‘em when they nose runny
born sinner still soul searching
had to separate the serpents from me
shady b-tches want berkins from me
a flight and surgery to tuck their tummies
shady records said its curtains for me, never met the a&r personally
but all credits to the most high
hit the devil with a clothesline
first youngin with a fab feature and the life and times, hov cosign
record labels want me in a top hat, tap dancing in a bowtie
clean up like a court date
rep the woo, what is your side?
chef cooking up a foreign, zy shooting, spliff bl!cking like a .22
hollow soul, ar sleeping on a 24 while you in the booth
be inspired by your whole style
try to play you like you’re miniscule
admitting sh-t like that your whole son, tried to shade you in an interview
the range shorter than a interlude
live as long as trillers if it wasn’t for n-ggas well they’ll see you winning too, who the h-ll has gotten into you?
good kid turned bad boy on south beach like diddy fool
getting pinned by a .52 for the gold chains, i pity fools
think its so lame, sh-t is pitiful
i been dealing with my past pains but the track slaying been medicinal
got competition in critical
i been feelin like caino servin wayne, fab with the missing tooth
rap game need to get a clue
feelin like bk kendrick
feelin like underground jigga too
crown heights kanyetothe too
had to drop out, i was sick of school
might’ve been late but i’m great, graduated to a bigger view
[chorus: alicia keys & playboi carti]
(what?)
new york city, please go easy on me tonight
new york city, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
’cause i’m losing my lover to the arms of another
new york city, please go easy on me
don’t leave me, go easy
go easy, go easy
don’t leave me, go easy
go easy, go easy
don’t leave me, go easy
go easy, go easy
new york city, please go easy on me

- dyme a duzin

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