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New York City, please go easy on me tonight New York City, please go easy (what?) on this heart of mine (yeah, look, huh) Nigga, this my shit Welcome to the city of Gods (what?) Pop was the king of New York Now I'm the nigga in charge Only the drillers, the city is ours We found out the opps and we pick 'em apart I give 'em my time so I give 'em my heart If the city love me, then I'm really a star (what?) New York City, please go easy on me tonight New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine 'Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another New York City, please go easy on me Yeah, look, this is the city of money and violence Everything we do is gon' come with a challenge Every bitch you fuck is gon' come with a balance (what?) Every shooter with me is coming in silence (what?) And you niggas better pick a side (better pick a side) You niggas side hoppin' (you niggas side hoppin') If I want 'em to not let you come into the city, it's my option (baow) This is the home of the fly shoppin' (yeah) This where the bitches gon' watch pockets (yeah) When I'm on TV, I gotta look good 'Cause I know the whole block watchin' If you chill with the opps, we is not vibin' If I see 'em in person, we Fox 5 'em Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin' (Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin', nah) This is the town of the big drip (big drip), smooth talk (smooth talk, ha) Milly Rock (Milly Rock), Shmoney Dance (Shmoney Dance), Woo Walk (Woo) You will not survive being too soft (no) Been a long time, we took a new loss (no) Shooters shootin' 'til we got a new corpse (baow) If we stop then we lettin' it cool off (baow, boom) New York City, please go easy on me tonight New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine 'Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another New York City, please go easy on me We went off the grid (what?) We ain't watch the throne, we took it We went viral on 'em, they lookin' It's a Sunday Service in Brooklyn (what?) It's the city that come with the lights I'm with the drillers that come with the night They ain't do four years in college But they'll do 25 to life We make money every night (what?) Never too big of a price (what?) After I buy the Chicago Bulls (what?) I'ma go link with Mike (what?) And if I let 'em have my wife, niggas should thank me With this Balenciaga and Balenci' boots and a new blue Yankee This is Ye, I'm so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID I'ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post it You got an album? Postpone it I drop two and they both going I got a feeling they in they feelings They filmin' a show, but won't show it You gotta watch me in slow motion, I'm in that wide-body Benz I go back to college, do an album, and then drop out again Took me a minute to get here, my vision is crystal clear Ayy, Fivi', excuse me, but this the feature of the year I feel like Sinatra in these streets Me and Drizzy, we at peace This the backpack with the Polo and the first Jesus piece I'm from the Chi' but I'm always New York In the city, they treat me like Jesus is walkin' I been through the pain and all of the torment I'm sayin' His name, I make that important (what?) Now it's time to give 'em hell Ask my staff, I pay 'em well This afternoon, a hundred goons pullin' up to SNL (what?) When I pull up, it's dead on arrival They act like they love you, they don't even like you They throw a party, won't even invite you I seen the same thing happen to Michael You black and you rich, they saying you psycho (what?) It's like a cycle If you text me anything hype You better text back and say it's a typo The city of Gods, no city is like you This the new New York, Ye is the GOAT Fivi' is viral and this is the B.I.B.L.E (what?) New York City, please go easy on me tonight (what the fuck? The fuck?) (What the fuck?) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine '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
Writer(s): Hamza Hamaal, Allan Lopez, Cristian Dejesus Tejada, Malik Piper, Aswad Asif, Delacey, Maxie Lee Iii Ryles, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Mike Dean, Dwayne Abernathy, Andrew Taggart, Mark Williams, Alicia J. Augello-cook, Kanye Omari West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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