[Verse 1: Bryant Dope]

I stay close like a baby to a bosom

A pound to a pusha

Corner to a hooker

To the streets, know they lookin' at my feet

Got that heat, and they do too

I hope they don't rob me

That's just the mindstate

When you grew up in the elevated crime rate

Moms praying, hopin' that my niggas flyin' straight

Steer past jail and dodge a court date

So I'm just chillin' on this train

Pennin' lines of the pain

For the people who will greet you

With a dap before a gat

See, we peaceful with the lethal

Environment we live in

Makes it easy for a nigga

To fuck up and sin again

I'm chillin' man

But the streets lookin' for hire

Join that life, your kicks will end up on a wire

I chill with shorties flyer

Who inquire why I'm the nigga

That every chick in New York desire

The city a poem

Every borough a verse

Every street is a line

That's where my flow was birthed

So I emerse, because I'm cursed to speak truth

So every beat I choose gets four times two

I spew haikus at high noon

About who's reppin' they city like I do

I got to

For everyone I told that got you

To Queens, where the kids stay lit like blocks do

[Verse 2: ANTHM]

I tell you what

I could spit that good shit

To make you roll that kush thick

From Boogie Down Bronx to Bushwick

You understood quick

I never push whips

I hop in a gypsy cab

My chips be acting hood rich

So tell me what I should tip

I spend my last penny fast

On a glass of Henny

Trashed in a taxi cab

I see my city smashed

With a sense of admiration

A cocktail of my aspiration

Plus a lack of patience

Got me back to chasin' my shadow

Like Peter Pan, so I gotta be the man

Need at least a grand to feed the fam

Pay my fuckin' feature, damn

Feelin' rowdy 'til I'm outtie, thoughts cloudy

My loyalty be what oil be to Saudis, essential

Question my potential and fuck it

I gotta clench you like a mic

Rip you right, and trust me

I will offend you with my metropolitan steeze

Demolishin' thieves who try to steel my light

While I'm acknowledgin' dreams

Young bastard, raised faster

By a city, then an absentee father

Game mastered, whipped me like a slave master

See the marks on my back

Freedom's darker than that

Cut me some slack when I'm thoughtful on wax

This is NY, hold my pen high

You know that men lie, numbers don't

Spit a 16 to represent my mindstate

My blind fate has a divine place

Eternally yours, I shine safe

I fuckin' love you