[Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino] My raps, my raps, my raps How can I bring New York back, when I never left
[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my raps make gats come out them hosters, these rats come out like roaches These cats, attack like vultures, ease back and catch a focus These macks, and knives and toasters, these streets, are roller coasters These beats, are heat straight off the roaster, catch me on your poster Promoting that real shit, them Stapleton/Hill shit Man, Staten Island, period, we stack the paper, serious And 4 Security Reasons, my niggas are squeezing If you fucking with my paper, that's a good enough reason I'm banging niggas in the head, it's a good enough season I'm having niggas knocked off, and I'm O.T. breezing I'm a young O.G. breathing, a real M.C. speaking A real wild Puerto Rican rocking shows on the weekend Militant when I creep and my ringtones barely speaking LP is heat seeking, little hot bitches that peeping for me They dying to spend a weekend with me, mommies love to creep with me I have 'em yelling 'papi, you so deep in me'
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[Dom Pachino] How can I bring New York back, when I never left Suddenly it's sudden death and very few can touch the mic like I do The rest study us like a Bible, I make music for survival Roll with a tribe who don't need arrival Open your eyes fool and I will suprise you You either come correct or I will deny you, get the roasters and fry you Keep fucking with that blood money, yeah dunny Get cash a couple months, they be feds on your ass New York the center of attraction, there's no better excuse To the way I'm rapping, the phone tapping Even your friends are rapping and I'm not, over reacting Got to stay ten steps ahead of them, hit the dough and get rid of them That's exactly how I'm living fam
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[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my raps make gats come out them hosters, these rats come out like roaches These cats, attack like vultures, ease back and catch a focus These macks, and knives and toasters, these streets, are roller coasters These beats, are heat straight off the roaster, catch me on your poster Promoting that real shit, them Stapleton/Hill shit Man, Staten Island, period, we stack the paper, serious And 4 Security Reasons, my niggas are squeezing If you fucking with my paper, that's a good enough reason I'm banging niggas in the head, it's a good enough season I'm having niggas knocked off, and I'm O.T. breezing I'm a young O.G. breathing, a real M.C. speaking A real wild Puerto Rican rocking shows on the weekend Militant when I creep and my ringtones barely speaking LP is heat seeking, little hot bitches that peeping for me They dying to spend a weekend with me, mommies love to creep with me I have 'em yelling 'papi, you so deep in me'
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[Dom Pachino] How can I bring New York back, when I never left Suddenly it's sudden death and very few can touch the mic like I do The rest study us like a Bible, I make music for survival Roll with a tribe who don't need arrival Open your eyes fool and I will suprise you You either come correct or I will deny you, get the roasters and fry you Keep fucking with that blood money, yeah dunny Get cash a couple months, they be feds on your ass New York the center of attraction, there's no better excuse To the way I'm rapping, the phone tapping Even your friends are rapping and I'm not, over reacting Got to stay ten steps ahead of them, hit the dough and get rid of them That's exactly how I'm living fam
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