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    Best things come to those who wait
    It's time to go get it

    I said I'm so new york, weezy probably don't like me x3
    La-da-da-da-da-da

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    For my city, emphasis on my city
    You got to go to l.a. if your looking for diddy
    You gotta check c.t. if your looking for fitty
    Niggas 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
    Nigga 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 niggas trying to live off their old bodies
    These young niggas think they killing shit, 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?
    Stop playing, your boys

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    Composición: Eugene Dixon, John Jackson, Justin Smith, Larry Muggerud, Louis Freeze, Earl Edwards, Fabolous, Brett Bouldin y Bernice Williams

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