Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's only smiling cause my soul is fineI did everything for New YorkNew York or in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bagI'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your manKryie needed a king, I'm just making you understandWhat I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin DuranRecords are very pop with a pocket deeper than sandA juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely DanChanging the fucking spectrum, I need you to understandLike I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)Skinny genius got blueprints up in my handSo the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my planAdvantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam SmithI'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a vanThis game, boy, is very, very advancedI'm very, very New York, be very, very awareI'll vary, vary the [?], bro, I can get on a snareLetting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scaredBring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's only smiling cause my soul is fineI did everything for New YorkMeet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouseShe's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's SlaughterhouseBenny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered outThe hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered downWait, see all them lines is fuck boy checkDon't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rapThis money gon' leave you empty if you just want thatSee, my joy lies in the sun and you should jump on thatShe'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the oneBut she just looking for some powder, not the talcum oneI'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcomn, sonVerbal trigger like you should never play around with gunsBow down to no crown, these [?] out for the countCuz the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the loungeSober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowdWith a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blowBring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my lifePush me down the Hudson and turn on the radioLong Island's only smiling cause my soul is fineI did everything for New YorkLet me give the kids just a little helpTell 'em money is not the key to wealthCause if it can't stop the painHow the fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?So you can take me off your winner's shelfI got that fifth vision, I'm bringing helpI know the demons in the room is gonna say it's more that I can chewBut now all I hear is the dinner bellI need a family that loves me rightDon't need a chain, don't need a glove at nightI had a conversation with an angelShe told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party lifeDropped off in the Lamb where the artists playWhere God's way is the hardest waySold myself from keeping my faithIf it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away