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My Front Door (clean) Explicit contentE

geibrx

· 3:00 · 1 play · v3-preview

Lyrics

Verse 1

Concrete kingdom where the cabs run wild

Bodega on the corner with the coffee smile

Subway cars rumble under midnight streets

Every block a story every stairway bleeds

Hustlers on the stoop with the cell to their ear

Summer heat rising off the hot tar here

Skyscrapers scrape the clouds like they begging for more

This my town my grind my front door

Broadway lights flicker where the dreamers land

Brooklyn Bridge humming with a million plans

Chinatown spices mixed with the car horn sound

Queens to the Bronx I was born and found

Pre-Chorus

You can't walk a mile in my sneakers on this ground

Every corner talkin every shadow full of sound

Chorus

This is New York goddamn this is New York

Where the loudest get loud and the bold get bolder

Fuck the doubt fuck the fake fuck the talk

This skyline's my throne and I own this water

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah yeah

My city my city

Yeah yeah yeah

No pity no pity

Verse 2

Knicks in the garden crowd roaring like a beast

Dollar pizza slice and the whole block feast

Taxis honk the anthem it's a symphony of horns

I was born in this chaos I was shaped by the storms

Penthouses and puddles both run through these veins

Wall Street wolves and the shackled chains

Rap game takeover I run this whole stage

Every verse a felony every bar a rage

Pre-Chorus

They can't box me in with their painted lines

I built my name from a thousand climbs

Chorus

This is New York goddamn this is New York

Where the loudest get loud and the bold get bolder

Fuck the doubt fuck the fake fuck the talk

This skyline's my throne and I own this water

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah yeah

My city my city

Yeah yeah yeah

No pity no pity

Bridge

Assholes in the penthouse bitches on the floor

Same city lights that I was dying for

Crown on the concrete nothing given nothing lent

Every dollar earned every inch I spent

Chorus

This is New York goddamn this is New York

Where the loudest get loud and the bold get bolder

Fuck the doubt fuck the fake fuck the talk

This skyline's my throne and I own this water

Post-Chorus

Yeah yeah yeah

My city my city

Yeah yeah yeah

No pity no pity

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