What NYC Sounds Like

[Part I]

[Intro: 917 Rackz]
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz
Rackz, Rackz
Rackz, Rackz, Rackz

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Feel like the king of my city, the way I maneuver through they hoods
Got me a nice little biddie, I gotta improve her 'cause she good
Fucked all of her friends, uh, she just a new one in the books
Runnin' to these M's, uh, I just need money, I don't need no friends

[Part II: Talk Facts]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
But if they try to backdoor me for the racks, they get cut off
Try to steal my swag, I sold the run off
Don't carry cash on me, uh, but I swipe the piece, and that's because of
I got a lot of people want me dead, no, I just cannot wait to let that gun off
Now I'm just runnin', duckin' from the feds
Now I just can't do nothin' with the gloves off

[Part III: Friday Night]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Uh, now, they tryna keep up
Lost my brother, we gon' tee up
I can't help it, I cry in the night
Tryna catch a Peter
Uh, with the Jets, we gon' fly in the night
I be with the creepers, uh, please do not hide in the night, look

[Part IV: Shake It]

[Verse: 917 Rackz & Akon]
Shots from the blick, hitting walls to the floor
Catch me a— shh, he gon' touch the ground
Brodie won't stop, brodie need more
My 'ooter been fiendin' to dump out the other round
Still gon' win a grammy, uh, but I'm platinum in the underground
Swear that they ain't wanna come around
Now these bitches want another round

[Part V: IYKYK]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Rackz, uh
I told the bros, "It's no lettin' up, I'ma set us up"
I took my 'ooter to training (Pew, pew, pew), hit his block, we gon' bend it up, ha
Ain't no getting up, grrah, grrah
Now they ain't forgetting us
(Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)

[Part VI]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Ooh, he wildin'
Won't eat the coochie and now she ain't smilin'
She still give me brain like Lucy, uh
I could never cuff a smoochie, told her she wildin'
Look, I been outside and I never ever seen a bitch that want me in their gossip
All the shorties know we stylin'
Rackz, VBlock, Rackz, Rackz, Rackz

[Part VII: 6 Foot 7 Foot]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
I was 5'11, uh, stand on my racks, now I'm six-foot-seven
Talk about the get back, uh, but I'm sayin' you should get you a weapon
Yeah, they know I get racks, uh
I could never owe 'em, uh
But I'm steppin' in Owens, uh
And it's Rick for the Denim (Rackz, Rackz)

[Part VIII: I’m Blue]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
I got the slyest hitters
I know they tryna get us
But we all up in Neiman, Marcus
Bitch, we the demons and we spark shit
Designer, European, pour the lines and now I'm peein'
No peace treaty, no agreements
'Cause you know we start shit, grrah

[Part IX: Being Honest]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Look, shorty, I'm just being honest, I'm going through love and war
Gotta pour up the lean
My heart feels sore, but, I'm talkin' to myself, followin' my conscience
I told Kay Kay to up it and flock it, grrah

[Part X: Whole Lotta Wickery]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
I look at myself in the mirror (Why?)
Respect myself too much to forgive her (Baow)
Hot winter, I start shiver
I can't walk alone, I'ma call up my hitter
Cold Summer coming soon
Full cup and drip, he gon' pour all up in it
Yeah, that boy poor, he ain't spend it
Shorty, your boyfriend a broke bum

[Part XI: My Everything]

[Verse: 917 Rackz]
Uh, she really want me, she fiendin' to trap me
I told her, "No, you can't have me"
I'm with the 'ooters, nobody attacked me
She actin' sassy, the second I walk in the spot, she like, "Snatch me, snap me"
She told me, that I better treat her holy
Everyone want me, and they'll harass me

[Part XII: Just the Two of Us]

[Outro: Bill Withers, 917 Rackz & Choir]
Two of us (Rackz, Rackz)
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
Just the