Album: Loso's Way 2: Rise to Power (2013)
  • Best things come to those who wait
    It's time to go get it

    I said I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    La da da da da da

    For my city, emphasis on my city
    You got to go to L.A. If your looking for Diddy
    You gotta check C.T. If your looking for Fifty
    Niggas in Paris, but what about the city
    I'm so N.Y. Like the folks who make PlayStation
    Hope ya'll enjoyed your summer vacation
    I been on that medicine, all ya'll patient
    Time to come for sugar hill, word to Ray Nathan
    I'm coming for the belt and I stay H-ing
    Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
    Pause, in case they take it the wrong way
    And bitch niggas always take it the wrong way
    Still spitting, I'm the city's saliva
    Want the keys to it like the designated driver
    Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes
    It feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
    Ain't gotta give me credit, I take cash
    (Brooklyn) Yeah we take cash
    Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
    These young niggas think they killing shit, they nobodies
    But this ain't about old school, new school
    Cause my old school look better than your new school
    And I drive my new school like my old school
    Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
    In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
    Your girl used to brain me, you love my old school
    Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
    I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
    I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
    But they heard the freestyles, yeah they had the Clues
    Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
    She probably came back, had a little attitude
    Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
    My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
    I done had a few, never use, had them new
    So I'm Pac, in a white suit, I Ain't Mad At You
    No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
    No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
    And I'm still here, I'm still here!
    I'm so New York that I'm still here

    I said I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
    La da da da da da Writer/s: Bernice Williams, Brett Anthony Bouldin, Earl Edwards, Eugene Dixon, Louis Freeze, Larry Muggerud, Justin Gregory Smith, Maurice Jordan, John David Jackson
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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