NYC

You already know, New York City so cold We all got demons I know I wanna leave, ok let's go Hurry up pack yo clothes I'm still hurt for my bros Half of them sold they soul Half of them sold they soul Nevermind I can't go Really don't matter You good on ya own F*ck the path or destination you Goin Cause Nigga you can't go home Ya grandma think that you can't do wrong Lyna on my heart I can't move on You smoking dat pressure I'm smoking strong Jae to the who Lin boler-strong Niggas be talking I know what they on I had them 304's on the walk How the f*ck you think I paid for the wok How the f*ck you think I spent on the block Yea we always had it but we robbed from the block Me and Zay had it, had to hide from the cops Let us go off and they heard the exhaust Heart get cold yea I feel the frost its ok cause I was the boss You already know, New York City so cold We all got demons I know I wanna leave, ok let's go Hurry up pack yo clothes I'm still hurt for my bros Half of them sold they soul Half of them sold they soul Nevermind I can't go