Steven Malcolm, DJ Mykael V, Ruslan - NYC Freestyle. lyrics

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