New York Gritty

[Chorus]
Yankee fitted worn in my hometown
Coke get bought in my hometown
Niggas snitching all in my hometown
Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

[Verse 1]
Niggas mommas crying cause niggas dying, foes a steam ya clothes and press you it's the iron
I'm from where you can't keep ya eyes closed, fiends sucking that glass dick they dying slow
All day is dinner time, Timberland constructions for the winter time
My man came home he did 25, my other man going down for a homicide
No cops we just protect our zone niggas, go out of town and make second homes
Lil shawties a pull the pound, news cameras don't even come around
White Nikes and white tees, side bitches better than wifeys
Bad bitches will do u shiesty, Hennessy bottles and Arizona ice teas
Come through fronting and get ya shit tooken, cheese sandwiches, cold night in central bookings
Niggas doing scams and getting richer, where all the party promoters is fucking all the bitches
Niggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester shoutout to the five boroughs
You don't know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New York is a hell of a tester

[Chorus x 2]
Yankee fitted worn in my hometown
Coke get bought in my hometown
Niggas snitching all in my hometown
Going to sleep with sirens and bullet sounds

[Verse 2]
Add up the paper, the hate I just minus, niggas be faking they cloggin' my sinus
See it I live it, I rap, I recite it, with no pen and no pad I don't usually write it
Micheal Jordan was born here, Pistol Pete left his two guns drawn here
Shoutout to the family, Boonie welcome home my niggas what we planning B?
R.I.P. Billy the Kid, news cameras documenting the way that we live
I'm in Mitchell projects shout out the locs, and we don't do drive bys, my niggas get up close
No monkey shit that youngy click'll smoke you with the hammer, catch a body be on the run and jet out to Atlanta
I'm telling y'all we never brawlin', New York we don't catch bodies we clap them and let them fall
Biggie laid his first song here, Rocafella, Ruff Ryders was born here
Shea Stadium, Brooklyn Nets, Madison Square, Rucker Park, Dyckman it all started here
Don't go no where with out ya nina, we heading straight to Sin City after La Marina
Going thru a chick's hood is problems, so don't go unless you got the hammer and some condoms
Uhh you niggas know my tribe thorough, shouts to Westchester, shout out to the five boroughs
You don't know what to do until you under pressure, 'cause growing up in New York is a hell of a tester