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Son Of Sam Lyrics - Singles - Azad Right

[Hook] 

I feel like the Son of Sam and it's '74 

Shooting craps down by the Bodega store 

I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi amore 

I always, feel the love when I'm down in New York 

 

[Verse 1] 

This feels like New York in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs 

Mothers cryin, kids run inside then a hundred rounds go brat brat brat 

Spanish bitch wanna taste your neck, teasing you just to make you sweat 

When you passed out, she might take your check 

Didn't break a sweat, she a patient vet 

 

Hustlers all on the street corner, sweaty palms with the piece on 'em 

Dreams of copping that Big Body with navigation and seat warmers 

This don't belong on no postal card, ballers chill at the local park 

Sipping on blue Gatorade politicking bout new local art 

 

Cars driving by, way too fast, swerving through traffic like someone is dying 

Seem like people be way too mad 

It's thick in the air, take a smell of the violence 

Clouding a city that's never been silent 

Where everyone's grinding 

For a chance to be timeless, it's all for the shining 

And no I don't need to remind ya 

 

[Hook x2] 

 

[Verse 2] 

No disrespect to the culture in your neck of the woods 

But Timbs and sweats is something that I never understood 

When I first landed, but I saw that shit first handed 

Muhfuckas is dead serious 

 

Fuck getting lost, boy you can get got here 

It seems like everyone rapping, how the hell you get hot here 

Man, shit is not realistic, no wonder they all can spit sick 

And I thought I was gifted, pass the blunt let me get lifted 

 

Past the fact that I'm competing with cats 

Twice my talent, half my age, fuck a challenge, this career suicide 

Unless I balance it out by working harder and smarter 

Plan ahead think farther, strap up don't be a father 

 

No accidents, not if you want the chance to leave these fans convinced 

Fickle as fuck and they ain't giving two fucks 

This the Mecca, the birthplace of hip hop 

Where the best rappers better than you on they worst day, I kid not 

 

[Hook x2] 

 

[Bridge] 

I feel the city lighten' up for me 

X8 

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