[Refrain]
I don't know why they keep talking about me
I don't know why they keep talking about me
At least I'm actin' like I don't know
But New York don't love me
Why New York don't
I don't know why they keep talking bout me

[Verse]
I'm in a decapitated two-seater leanin' off King Louie
Doing 90 down Nostrand bumping "Juicy"
Somehow my lines got your group actin like groupies
Confusing, how he so Bob Marley and Lil Boosie?
Baby MC's teethin', speakin on me? treason
Battled my past achievements, still leave undefeated
The truth, that envy androgynous, and your crew
Can't tell if ya'll get bitches or just bitches, sickening
Can't read his next moves, so illiterate, damn
Might bring the Pink Rover back how I'm killin with Cam
Lyrical distorter, 25 to life bars, in this game
You losin this quarter, flowin' got disorders
Raising the draw bridge, drawing you big portraits
Naming my self King, peasants get big coffins
Pardon me *cough* being this sick can cause a bit coughin
The last level big boss but you can't off em
Ain't stoppin' the spinnin' on my Wheels of Fortune
Will leave unfortunate, leave wills for double crossin' em
Sick shit, like how that come outta his mouth?
Since the crib, wanted to give momma a big house
Continue to reign ruler, leave em with big droughts
Success comes with a price, and the devil give discounts?
Champagne for the champion with the damn pain
Soaked in skill, so pharrell for my famlay
But damn, still won't fuck with me
You tryna be a Star for Bucks, you ain't cup of tea
Music cure , my volume's on Valium
Ya'll want shock value?, I need Pac value
I need some food for thought at a buffet with Warren
Buffet to learn something, about raising my stock value
Punch in, punch out of work till my hands break
I ain't cool with rappers, I'm just stealin' their fan base

[Hook]
But New York don't love me

[Outro]
That dumb shit be like
I ain't caring, I got a McLaren
I ain't caring, I got a McLaren
I ain't caring, I got a McLaren
No license, but I drive a McLaren