Your Boy for Life
"NY1"

Uh, Aiyo, if I nail this in one shot
You gotta take me to the Spa Castle and Cherry Valley
I'm serious

[Verse 1]

Yo, I put the TV on to see what's really good
New York 1 (NY1) to check the weather in my neighborhood
Aiyo that's Pat Kiernan on the telly, what's crackin'?
He said it's 35 degrees and you should bring a jacket
Aiyo no doubt Captain, I got the godly flow
Good looking out and say what up to Lewis Dodley though
Then I hit up the bodega gonna get a roll
Of bacon, egg and cheese, 2 sugars with a coffee yo (that's the recipe)
Peep a shorty standing on the line
Wearing yoga pants and looking fine
Ohh look at that behind, so you know I creep up from behind
Drop a dime, get a better look
Damn that booty took, my breath away and
Had a brother hooked, imagine if this fuckin bitch could cook?
Yo shit would be bananas, take a piss before I make a trip
Walking to the subway real quick
Then I take the E to Roosevelt, sitting in the back and roll a spliff
Yo Why this station always smell like shit?
What the fuck? Diseases in the air, I could bet on it
Aiyo the motherfucking MTA should get on it

Yo man it's not even the area man, I swear man
Shout outs to Jackson Heights
It's the motherfucking MTA, they lazy as fuck (yerr)
Fuck, jump the motherfucking turnstiles

[Verse 2]

Aiiyo I bought a cake and ate it by myself
Cause I don't give a fuck about my health
And I can't control the munchies when I get them, yo it's pitiful
For real though, that motherfucking shit is difficult
I'm tryna live in a comfortable condominium
But I'm feeling like Matt Damon in Elysium
Tryna bridge the gap between the rich and poor
Equality is what I'm living for, shit is real
Politickin' better live up to the quote
Because we losing value in the vote
They got us by throat like it ain't enough
To notice that we broke, now they stop and search inside our coat, shit is cray
That's why I keep the quarter ounce inside my underwear
Then at the crib I transfer it into the Tupperware
Preferably room temperature environment
You couldn't put my flames out with a thousand firemen
Red and gold armor plated like I'm Iron Man
Delta 9-tetrahydrocannabinol requirement
Born in '86 when the Mets and Giants won the ring
Patrick Ewing drafted number 1, I'm destined to be King, word is bon

Yeah, you heard it first
Aiyo man shout outs to New York 1 (NY1)
Haha, shout outs to Q-Crew man
My homie Bidness
Bugatti, Ice, Paulie Gagz, Vin Envy, word up
Yerr, and to everybody yerrr
Haha, I mean do I really...do I really gotta end it this way?
I mean I don't even fucking know if I wanna, if I wanna really do it
Hell, I'm serious about getting that massage this week though