New York drama

It doesn’t make sense for you to compete against,
This New York City vibe that leaves your body tense
Calm down, listen to a brother who knows,
Fuck with them hard underground rappers with ill flows
And you’ll end up dead somewhere in a gutter,
Head chopped off, testicles in the mouth of a nutter,
Getting penetrated in the ass, no lube and no butter

If you try to rock those fresh kicks from Nike,
Expect to get robbed from that goon on the bike
This city of hard knocks is never a joke,
Expect a rich man in the Big Apple to leave broke
Thugs will pop you off like you’re a Cola bottle,
You’d have better luck playing the Lotto,
Like Drake once said, YOLO is the motto,
You only live once, got to go full throttle

Manhattan to Jersey, Alisha to Kirsty,
There’s so many women who are gold nugget thirsty
Want to bed a man with some dollar,
Let them eat all the pussy they want, then hook them with a collar
Get him to buy Persian rugs, Louis Vuitton, and diamonds,
They want to get married, but he just refuses like Simon
She wants fifty-fifty of the wealth to become an actor,
He wants to keep all his money, like Simon wants the X-factor