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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Doonan
Kenneth Doonan
Songwriter
Adam Amato
Adam Amato
Songwriter

Lyrics

Let's get to it and do it Aghh Ughh yo I'm smelling like a dollar slice Keep it if you got advice Never met ya man But I bet you a grand He not as nice That's why I can't recall him like my college nights You just did some shit for the gram You wasn't rocking mics So tell them boys to light it And tell 'em they apples rotten Even Eve wouldn't bite it But still they wanna taste of it So come stick ya face in it Addicted to the pace of it Cus everybodys chasing it Lames you be on some basic shit I'm counting money counting blessings Dancing while I'm Mase'n it They said I changed I told 'em that nothing stays the same Unless I'm in the bleachers wasted at the Yankee game I took a shot smoked a joint and I made a goal Dapped my man up and kept this shit moving we on a roll It's how we talk You could tell it from how we walk It's a vibe It's the city I guess that it's just New York I took a shot smoked a joint and I made a goal Dapped my man up and kept this shit moving we on a roll It's how we talk You could tell it from how we walk It's a vibe It's the city I guess that it's just New York Realities vision Cap on America me and Kenny posted breathe in the miracle Ah Cadillac music unbearable Skyline well just humble you amateurs Live Smell your demise we're back from the ride The panic leave them mannequin I'm a maniac making money Move me unlikely I'm here again I'm arrogant. Hear them repeat like a parrot can it's barely planned Ah Itd barely planned Crawl never get a bit discouraged catch the virus through the verse perfect Pamela never catch Cole lyrics I mold to the pen then explode I hear you but comprehensions at a all time low You see we're winning you know that's all I know Captains steering the wave I'm on my boat Climbing the mountains I'll be the all time goat Yeah dope ugh presidential Raise my far arms I'm all I sent you The goals I spent on The move I mention It's always "oh lords" so calm your mental preach I took a shot smoked a joint and I made a goal Dapped my man up and kept this shit moving we on a roll It's how we talk You could tell it from how we walk It's a vibe It's the city I guess that it's just New York I took a shot smoked a joint and I made a goal Dapped my man up and kept this shit moving we on a roll It's how we talk You could tell it from how we walk It's a vibe It's the city I guess that it's just New York Ball game over Yankees win The Yankees win Now somebody threw something on the field And the Indians are all running out to right center And the Yankees are too
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