8pm in New York

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy, ooh Nah, I got- Nah, I gotta come different on this I gotta come different on this Aight, uh, ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Uh, uh, uh, ayy, real life saucy That's why they on me, surely They don't love me, just what I'm securin' Gotta know when the people ain't for me, uh, wait, wait Don't pay 'em no mind, them haters, they be trippin' Y'all won't get my time, never catch me slippin' My team full of diamonds, nigga, yeah, we glisten, my team full of- My brother told me, "They fuck with you If they can't fuck with you, they fuck with you" They might hit you for a buck or two, uh This is really what that jungle do, uh See us glowin', now they fuck with the vision Fakers, I hit 'em all with division Countin' chicken, cookin' up in the kitchen I'm countin' chicken, cookin' up in the- (Wait) Listen, uh, lyrical exercise Upper echelon, grilled chicken with extra fries TK be the enterprise Bars energize, better act like you recognize Lyricism is never-endin' Feelin' like Dennis, niggas know that I'm a menace Twenty-four, I don't need a minute I got the ball, the guys know I'ma finish Never settle, got my foot on the pedal Elevatin', always raisin' my level Heat up the kettle, come and get what I'm into If I'm slidin', then it's never a rental, penetratin', uh I get to the rack like Flash, no hesitation, use meditation, uh I stay out the way, never cared for no reputation Scratch that, move around, renovation Pen-Pen escapin', move like I'm the greatest Humble shit outta the window, throw it Walkin' better than talkin', show it Knowledge is power, like height, you grow it From concrete, yeah, I've rosen Shoot my shot, and once it drop, I'm DeRozan This from the top, I make it pop like a soda I gotta chill, hardheaded, my mental is made outta steel Always on go, no keepin' me still For man I'm cookin', I don't need a grill, uh, uh I gotta chill, hardheaded, my mental is made outta steel No hater will ever make a nigga kneel I'm Trill, you know I gotta keep it real, outta here, ayy [Interlude] Fuck with the jazz, I fuck with the jazz, I fuck with the jazz Uh, uh, uh, you know where I came from Take shots for niggas who hit you with the same gun That's where the pain come It's all from niggas who came up from the same slums Crazy how I saved them But they slimy, only tryna bring my name down Nah, let me stop, haha, nah, I'm off this Actually, nah, nah I fuck with this beat way too much, I gotta get back in there [Verse 2] Uh, uh, these niggas got sinus problems They don't smell what we cookin', we keepin' it pushin' I ain't Magneto, I bet I'll still pull 'em Matter of fact, I'd rather be Wolverine Give a slash to the face so they know it's me Now I'm Quicksilver, skatin' off the scene Wordplay stay fresh 'cause I keep it clean 'Cause I keep it clean, uh [Outro] Aight, now I'm really off this, ayy, uh, I fuck with the jazz I fuck with the jazz, uh, I fuck with the jazz, I fuck with the jazz