Reporting to you live from New York City (Yeah) From the burrow Brooklyn (Yeah) All the way to the shores of the west coast (Shoutout Ruslan) If it ain't Kings Dreams it ain't no dream (Ayy, yo) God Always! We in the city, New York City, ain't no tellin' what you might see Bronx up to Queens, Manhattan rockin' with' me Moving through the burrow, king dreamin' with my brethren I might buy a Yankee fitted cap and I don't watch baseball Livin' like I'm brazy, if the mission didn't pertain me I be tryin' to chase the bag Get a Billie like I'm Jay-Z But I'm here because He saved me since that day He spoke the flame And He gave me something to say and homie, the rest is crazy, ha This here is a cage full of gorillas Couldn't even flip it if your last name was Flippa You the type to get a deal, get poppin' and then switch up I'm the type they couldn't fade if they played for the Clippers Type to get engaged every day with the sinners It's holy praise from a saint 'cause every day I'm a sinner Life is a maze, I'm just searchin' for my talents Tip the scales of my life when I was just lookin' for a balance, uh Yeah, I been back in my bag lately Rippin' it like I been Kobe, the mamba mentality, look at the versatility My momma she proud of me, city they count on me, crazy to think ain't no people doubting me Looks at the fans that get everything out of me Hurt, pain, shine, gang, yeah IVAV lighter flame, yeah We the new gang, project comin' soon Ayy, yeah, that's game Underdogs and them Dream Junkies Yeah, and I'm dripped up in a legendary, drip Uh We in the city, New York City Oh, this how we doin' it now? New York, New York City Ha, wanna do that? We in the city, New York, New York, New York City Alright, look, look It's a King's Dream with 4 Against 5 (Yeah) And I don't really know who else is gonna survive Let's go bar for bar, I'm kiddin', I ain't that sort of guy You lookin' for fruit, I'm searching for an orchard to buy Needing a piece of land, it's prolly just my orphan inside Happy the Lord spared me I noticed I'm a fortunate guy This fortune of mine is actually inside of mind So ill, it manifested and convalescence arrived Wait, I told Steven I don't believe them, give me a reason to Keep on cheesin' forwards like butter, plus this my season too Ease into my new mantle as I dismantle the ample attitudes And still find time to flip a sample into a beat or two Vehicles from my future get pulled into my presence 'Cause of gratitude we on that, "You see pull up in Tesla" But that ain't never been the message They can question the method They can question whatever they want, look, look I don't wanna rap fast, gettin' too abstract, but I'm supposed too, I'ma get laughed at They gon' say Steven killed me with the backpack, raps and a knapsack, fat, get a lash back That we ever do will be this one, you don't wanna see that You don't wanna re-hatch me killin' the beat, I don't wanna relapse I don't wanna evact' the whole room to see that Murder like me fat with a shirt off I've seen that and I've heard of a couple of rappers scary and nervous, stuck in inertia I wish that I could say I have some sympathy I don't, that's what separates civilians from infantries New York City