Intro:

Best things come to those who wait

It's time to go get it

Hook:


I said I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me x3
La-da-da-da-da-da


For my city, emphasis on my city
You gotta go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy

You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
^!$$%s in Paris, but what about the city?
I'm so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation

Hope ya'll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all ya'll patient
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan

I'm coming for the belt and I stay H'ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way

^!$$% always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I'm the city's saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver

Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes
It feels like I had the k-k-keys the whole time
Ain't gotta give me credit, I take cash

(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old ^!$$%s trying to live off their old bodies
These young ^!$$%s think they killing %#@!, they nobodies

But this ain't about old school, new school
Cause my old school look better than your new school
And I drive my new school like my old school

Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
In Flex we trust I let him do my old schools
The girl used to bring ... my old school

Stop playing, your boys grew up on me
I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
I gave these ^!$$%s style, they never had a Clue

But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
She probably came back had a little attitude

Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
I done had a few, never use, had them new

So I'm Pac, in a white suit, I Ain't Mad At You
No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay

And I'm still here, I'm still here!
I'm so New York that I'm still her


Hook:

I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me x3

La-da-da-da-da-da