New York Nights Lyrics - Stro

There's no night like this night X8 

Yo, I grew up broke, crew all broke 

Every old head homie that I had knew on dope 

Only hope was the musical notes, dead presidents 

Only politicians that'll get my vote 

Without [?], got me feelin' free as an eagle 

Crib with a room, too small for my ego 

In three mo', years, I'll play, musical chairs 

At the Grammy's with more niggas than the Tarantino- 

Script, Life's a trip, but I never slip 

Hit the stud', never dip, shit 

It's me and [?], y'all hearin' my pain 

Tryna get a deal with Def Jam, have a deaf man screamin' my name 

And even when i'm [indie?,] 

I treat [naps?] like [hashtags], follow dreams like it's, trendy 

Can't die, knowin' I ain't try 

As long as I got the sky, i'mma fly, high 

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What's the worst news you could hear from the hospital? 

I'm too young for blood clots, too young for mug shots 

Too old for breakdowns, I need that lake house 

View like a stakeout, Tired of takeout 

I got no time which to sand out these blood clots 

God pushin' me like this cliff was a jump start 

Knew I could fly since these 'S' on report cards 

Knew I could die since [?] caught that gunshot 

Evil won't sleep i already know what dreams bought, things bought 

Spend it on all i need like a lean car 

Use to hop trains cause all my money was gansta 

Use to stain steamers and sweaters till they had paint jobs 

Use to have friends that rapped and cracked bank cards 

Know im on maps and KMax my bank cards 

Dead friends now i can Quick Pay or PayPal 

This is they ain't livin' or listen over their Pay cause 

Ive been on a mission to get em but theres a great wall 

I ain't different listen medicinally we was brain washed 

Yound niggas thinking bout sex, money and gang war 

Young niggas thinking bout killing niggas with AR's 

I solicit to folks, moes and foes nigga 

Presidents, the doctors, the dope dealers 

Im from the 90's sixteen's got no limits 

Chi Town dont die down in cold winters 

I know the mob, the mayor and know some cold killers 

I know some rappers that sacked us, won't even roll with us 

Cause we be stackin' and clappin' after our shows nigga 

And it'd be more if its Mooky, Peanut and Joe with us 

I went to prep and reserve it cause we was cold killers 

They got a problem, we got a problem i blow with em 

This was my life before many models and show fillers 

How could i change for gold rings, i go realer 

I ain't got time to slow down, a time killer 

I ain't got time to slow down my rhymes nigga 

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