[Verse 1]

Gotham, skies are grey

I see 'em from a mile away

While I play Billie Holliday

Whether F. Scott or Ella Fitzgerald

Switch my apparel

Live like a pharaoh

Label me modern day Jay Gatsby

Life in the fast lane, can't catch me

At a max speed

Down the FDR the same taxi

Voice stay raspy

Late night, socialize 'til the crack of dawn

Just a hour that i'm nappin on

Scotch whisky smell on my breath its 5:50

Wakin up still tipsy, eyes shifty

Life's a slow death if I die quickly

I'm takin the pie with me

To be precise bury me each slice

See the world gather 'round street lights

Like peace pipes

Many travel to the Apple

Build the tower of Babel

See their dreams unravel

If i lose a battle, still win the war

The American Dream is at my inner core

Never sleep, let the planet rest

9 lives, on my feet's where I'm landin next

The spirit of a hustler will manifest

How do I define a hustler? I can't address

But I'll show, let the candle turn to wax

So Mickey Mantle with the stats

Pin stripes, lifestyle I spend nights

Noveau riche, triple axel on thin ice

[Verse 2]

Like sirens to Odysseus

Lady Liberty slow kissin us

Profilin from Ellis Island

From that River Hudson

Detrimental to my liver function

Martini by the glass got a n*gga lustin

Top shelf I be guzzlin

Feet hit the concrete on beat like percussion

Higher echelon that I'm touchin

See Mona Lisa? hand up the skirt get her blushin

She wanna one of my queens like Flushing

The energy flows like moonshine in Prohibition

Manhattan coalition

All Mighty Dollar, no religion

Patio brunch leave the breadcrumbs for the pigeons

Slick talker Knickerbocker

Either pickpocket or negotiate a wicked offer

[Verse 3]

So no matter what it costs me

Dream big, birth thoughts like offspring

I swear I dream like a boss dreams

Notorious schemes like the Rothsteins

Every will have soon heard

Transition like Guliani to Bloomberg

Newsworthy, a flew blurbs

How I went from the bottom to the top

True words

Bounced up like a pogo stick

Every man for himself on that solo tip

Not for the faint of heart you should go home quick

Read the same script that Manolo flipped

The "World is Mine" don't trip

Shot the muphucka out the sky

Get your own blimp

I relate to the greats

Barbians at the Gate no escape

Gotta go head on until I'm all they know

See a nigga sunbathe in that broadway glow

AMG first--never lose sight of this

Came to show you what an Esquire is

Debonaire, all bets on the higher risk

Gentlemen, but we rule with an iron fist