Marlon Craft, Bodega Bamz - NY BABY lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft, Bodega Bamz - NY BABY lyrics]
We was never really with the horseplay
Back before the delis were all gourmet
Before the highrises there was more
Shade That’s a paradox
I learned not to stare at opps
I seen mufuckers dropped for a long gaze
We was hoopin from the mornin
Those were long days
I ain't know you then it's fuck you
That’s the wrong way to be
And i know it but that’s
What the city taught me
Forties was my forteit, Now they plastic
Like the faces of the models
That we all raise
On pedastals the lifestyle we all crave
I don't give a fuck About your
Lil’ ice or your cream
All you mufuckers sorbet
Rich kids down the block from
Where the poor stay
Only time they come together is for
Drugs or to ball play
Thought that they was cool Shit until they
Caught each other on the wrong day
I got homies that would reather
Be arrested than ignored hey
Can you blame em they rather
Be dead than be average
School to prison pipeline
They legacy applicants
Fuck the white boy with the jumper
Gon tell em about it shit yo i don't know
Ain't a single resident that don't want mo
I grew up with some feelins like i won’t show
I would rather be washed than be pussy so
If them boys pressed me i was gon go
I was scared that my ego wasn’t gon’ grow
Saw that fear in the eyes of all my mans too
I ain't know how i’d be
Great but i planned to
You can't always just be happy
Let this song play
It’s all love but shit homie this an off day
Shit, i’m from where it’s fuck
You til it’s not and once it’s not then
Any time you got a problem you can
Call me New york city motherfucka
I’m lookin for them happy rappers
Sweet as candy what happened
Them laffy taffy rappers
If this was the 90s we
Prolly have pataki at us
It ain't nothin to at us
I don’t trust nggas no further
Than i can throw em
No wonder i keep the toast with all this
Bread ima show em We don’t throw jabs
We hit em with hooks
If the words don’t touch em
We hit em with books
Always in the hood politickin with crooks
Cut the curls off how many feelin this look?
How many times i’ma hear i’m underrated?
New name saint chavo thats a
New york state statement
Everything ghetto ain’t fabolous
Don’t be mad at us even when theres mad of us
No lie i got a new york drive
Table talk everybody want a pizza pie
Bodega cat, i ain’t got 9 lives
Tried to kill me 9 times i be on 10 toes
Traffickin on four wheels
Movin weight for real
Got my bitch in foreign heels
Walkin up foreign hills
Ferrari four and change
After taxes brand new bracket i’m in
Look what happened to them
Bodega clappin again
I’m feelin’ like fuck you
I’m a new york baby, i’m a new
York baby I’m a new york baby
I’m a new york baby
And i’m feelin like fuck you
I’m a new york baby, i’m a new
York baby I’m a new york baby
I’m a new york baby
Back before the delis were all gourmet
Before the highrises there was more
Shade That’s a paradox
I learned not to stare at opps
I seen mufuckers dropped for a long gaze
We was hoopin from the mornin
Those were long days
I ain't know you then it's fuck you
That’s the wrong way to be
And i know it but that’s
What the city taught me
Forties was my forteit, Now they plastic
Like the faces of the models
That we all raise
On pedastals the lifestyle we all crave
I don't give a fuck About your
Lil’ ice or your cream
All you mufuckers sorbet
Rich kids down the block from
Where the poor stay
Only time they come together is for
Drugs or to ball play
Thought that they was cool Shit until they
Caught each other on the wrong day
I got homies that would reather
Be arrested than ignored hey
Can you blame em they rather
Be dead than be average
School to prison pipeline
They legacy applicants
Fuck the white boy with the jumper
Gon tell em about it shit yo i don't know
Ain't a single resident that don't want mo
I grew up with some feelins like i won’t show
I would rather be washed than be pussy so
If them boys pressed me i was gon go
I was scared that my ego wasn’t gon’ grow
Saw that fear in the eyes of all my mans too
I ain't know how i’d be
Great but i planned to
You can't always just be happy
Let this song play
It’s all love but shit homie this an off day
Shit, i’m from where it’s fuck
You til it’s not and once it’s not then
Any time you got a problem you can
Call me New york city motherfucka
I’m lookin for them happy rappers
Sweet as candy what happened
Them laffy taffy rappers
If this was the 90s we
Prolly have pataki at us
It ain't nothin to at us
I don’t trust nggas no further
Than i can throw em
No wonder i keep the toast with all this
Bread ima show em We don’t throw jabs
We hit em with hooks
If the words don’t touch em
We hit em with books
Always in the hood politickin with crooks
Cut the curls off how many feelin this look?
How many times i’ma hear i’m underrated?
New name saint chavo thats a
New york state statement
Everything ghetto ain’t fabolous
Don’t be mad at us even when theres mad of us
No lie i got a new york drive
Table talk everybody want a pizza pie
Bodega cat, i ain’t got 9 lives
Tried to kill me 9 times i be on 10 toes
Traffickin on four wheels
Movin weight for real
Got my bitch in foreign heels
Walkin up foreign hills
Ferrari four and change
After taxes brand new bracket i’m in
Look what happened to them
Bodega clappin again
I’m feelin’ like fuck you
I’m a new york baby, i’m a new
York baby I’m a new york baby
I’m a new york baby
And i’m feelin like fuck you
I’m a new york baby, i’m a new
York baby I’m a new york baby
I’m a new york baby