One With The New Yorkers

Yeah yeah

You see come on don't lie to yourself like you

Could do this

You drink smart water I drink smarter water

Your doors don't do that

Your girl don't do that

You'd be lying if you said they did

Come on man it's all imported all of it

All of it

Found a wave surfs up

Now surf 'n turf got served up

My vs they swerved up

I see skrrts I skrrts'd up

My

Quarter to five on the five

Animals style on the fries

Keeping my eyes on the prize

Only the strongest survive

Only the richest decide

Yeah what's the golden rule

Cuban links I never ever stop

Uh and if you think life hard

You've probably never seen a hard top

Now you asking what this coup worth

Now you asking where my roof went

Chi town meet line up

But couldn't see through the black tints

Oh no

I don't have too many friends

I'd rather stick with the fam

Fam fam

I don't care if you are famous

I'm married to my best friend

Friend friend

They don't like me though

Why do I need them to like me though

I'm finally have with who I'm becoming

It's well with my soul

I know

I know what I don't know

Yeah yeah

I see the truth in the lies

I see behind the disguise

I think they live for the likes

But they got nothing in sight

Sight sight

What do you want from a life

I will not put up a fight

Fight fight

Whatever you need I got you

Just give me a time and a place

When you see me just know I'm still the man

With smile on my face

Hands in the air

I shouldn't be here

This is all grace

How did this happen to me

How did this happen to me

How did this happen to me

I recorded this on a computer that uses windows '98

Hey make sure you wear pants the feature

I wake every day and

I open my phone to

See how many likes

I got on my rick owens

My friends they don't know

I've been sleeping on couch

To the floor to the couch to the floor

Hop in my dodge put gas to the floor

Just to skirt off from reality

Misfit the family

People think I care about comments and likes

And tbh man I think they might be right

Yeah I got some problems yeah yeah

My momma think that I lost it yeah

All of my exes hispanic yeah

Now I think I should go sauce it yeah

I just wanna make all of the hits yeah

And barry bonds with the hits yeah

God got my back like a bullet proof vest

I gone be the best yeah the best

Yeah nothing less yeah

I don't have too many friends

I'd rather stick with the fam

Fam fam

I don't care if you are famous

I'm married to my best friend

Friend friend

They don't like me though

Why do I need them to like me though

I'm finally happy with who I'm becoming

It's well with my soul

I know

I know what I don't know

Yeah

I see the truth