African in NY

Verse 1:
Don’t rock sandals I rock Timberlands wear a skully to the side
You can see it in the motions when I walk I’m an African in New York
See me cruising down the FDR
With a Dime Piece in the ride
You can hear it when I talk, I’m an Africa in New York

Chorus
Ohh Ohh – I’m an alien an illegal alien, I’m an African in New York
Ohh Ohh – I’m an alien and my name’s Napoleon, I’m an African in New York

Verse 2:
From the village to the streets from feeling the heat to feeling chills down my spine from the winter breeze trynna make my money stretch like a centipede and leave a legacy longer than the Kennedy’s I need a green card without the legal fees my Senegalese connects said he can get it for me legally my cousin wired me money to buy him jeans trynna figure out how to get a Bank account without an ID damn things work differently here
Diamonds come out the ground they get it from Tiffany’s here
And when you’re down and out, you don’t get no sympathy here
Got a melody in my head like an epiphany here man, I make a penny double I make a dime triple, quadrupling a quarter I’m a man of many hustles, I’m making solid connects for the dollars and cents, so when you meet the God Acknowledge and respect

Chorus

Verse 3:
Money makes the man as someone said, so we hustle to get paid
Takes a man to sacrifice for years and smile, be yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they say, be yourself no matter what they say
It’s like this yall
For my brothers on the block, from the gutter to the top
Know we keeping our pockets flooded to the top, keep our brains sharp from hustling a lot, open up shop anywhere customers will flock