[Intro]

"Like, when you were playing it before, it was like a little..."

"A little bit"

"Yeah"

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

It's a long walk to paradise and wishing on the stars

They make you feel delusion like looking at a mirage

And persisting on this road you can see it inside my scars

Wish I had a genie that come a lead me like I'm Jafar, magic

My grandmother lived to 96 she beat the cancer, outlived four of her kids, this shit is tragic

And she still beileve the Bible to this very same day

And it made her life amazing, I ain't expecting her to change

Lookin' for nirvanas further than the eyes view

Don't let pre-determined destinies define you

My rude planet and Flatbush where my mind grew

Into the trees to drop seeds around the globe too

Botanists waterin' their hearts to grow confidence

The bloom seeds are comin' to you, was brought with dominance

No document, seven couldn't taste the fruit of knowledge

Only true to breath of living cause you understand the science

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]

Yo, school of hardknocks, it can make you, it can break you

As a youngin' growing up, we cussed and caught some cases

Five percenters on that corner, mistaken As-salamu alaykum

Got my wisdom from the city lights, but don't get blind, baby

Always on the grind daily, uh

Overtime, got that New York state of mind

Hate me, but I still survive

Visit the bodega, I'm just happy papa still alive

Pull up on my nigga, roll a spliff up and just catch a vibe

Yellow cab to the spinach, super fast, gotta get it

Brooklyn nigga, keep it with it

Cross the bridge, you might regret it (uh)

Hardly ever live relaxed, NYPD on our backs

That graffiti on the track, ain't no treaty, where's the gat?

Rotten Apple, people roam the streets like cattle

Most travel for us, the globe, would goals unravel?

It's a juggle, everyday, could be prey in the battle

So would you rather be the sheep or the king in the castle?

[Interlude]

"This for those who know..."

[Outro: Issa Gold, AK The Savior]

New York city, broke the chains and the shackles

Tryna navigate the world, it's living inside the apple

Run back in the game, shake and move through the tackles

Know the mary twist and turn like you opening up a Snapple

If you make it in my city, ain't no limit chasing, silly

Know my pigment got you weary, but I'm still gon' get this milli'

In the weekend, I'm in billy or in soul, I'm getting litty

Getting promo by your bitty, yeah, you know I love this city, at

(Yeah, you know I love this city, ay)