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New York City skylines, rooftop high guys
Every time I step up on these last four blunts
I feel like I can see right, even though I'm out of money
Debit's running low as the dirty South
I'm back into action puffing bloods
Just light ‘em up, pack a rim, matches
Pictures of the show and bring some cash in
Fascinated by the dream, this got me thinking
Skinny dipping with bitches, they getting naked
Sinful take this
Opportunity to get to new levels
Live on my toes, never settle
Life's a high speed chase
Can't let up on the pedal

On my own two feet, the promises I keep
Stay put to my belief
We on the rise, recognize
I'mma tell it straight
We got more love than pain
I'm not gonna break or flake
It's just the finer things we want

The street light tell me that it's safe to cross
In need of some fresh air, can't escape the exhaust
Lost in the big apple like James and The Giant Peach
The rumble under my feet gets me where I need to be
Placebo affecting the streets, might have to grab the pea coat
For lower degrees that we increase on you
Whipping round the buildings like a cab driver
Four in the morning, I'm faded, lights are a tad brighter
Doing fine, got some air in my lungs
Blood in my veins, a pair of some dubs
Some punks swept to the side, like kids with their veggies
No mitts only headies, we been more than ready to conquer
Concerts feeding the fan base, finna have some chicks
In the kitchen flipping some pancakes
Ah, the necessity in my life is a melody
I'm suited for supremacy, get it right

On my own two feet, the promises I keep
Stay put to my belief
We on the rise, recognize
I'mma tell it straight
We got more love than pain
I'm not gonna break or flake
It's just the finer things we want

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