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
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 fitty
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
Nigga 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 k-k-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
The girl used to bring?
Stop playing, your boys
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written by JORDAN, MAURICE / BOULDIN, BRETT ANTHONY / FREEZE, LOUIS M. / MUGGERUD, LARRY / JACKSON, JOHN DAVID / SMITH, JUSTIN GREGORY / DIXON, EUGENE DRAKE / EDWARDS, EARL G. SR. / WILLIAMS, BERNICE
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