Brill - Fashion

Ima New York Nigga I ain’t got no choice but to run it up
They pick sides they switch sides
None of them niggas not 1 of us
Hit 'em up
Now he baptized
Whole lot of gang lot of mob ties
Stuck in the trap this whole time
Stuck in the field on go time
I just copped a Mac 10
It came with attachments
Wear it like fashion
I’m in a Aston
I be moving mountains
I just move in silence
You can’t come to my end
Gun shots and sirens like a lullaby
Young niggas let that metal fly
They on demon time
They on demon time
They on demon
Ima New York Nigga
I call racks then I call Bigga
We talk facts then we talk figures
Got no choice but to go gorilla yea
Dreams worth more than money
Niggas switch up start to act funny
I ain’t even tripping cuz my time coming
I just hit a lick and hit the ground running
Ima New York Nigga I ain’t got no choice but to run it up
They pick sides they switch side
None of them niggas not 1 of us
Hit 'em up
Now he baptized
Whole lot of gang lot of mob ties
Stuck in the trap this whole time
Stuck in the field on go time
I’m stuck in the field
Stuck in the field
Move up a rank I gotta deal
Fill up the safe it give me chills
Stay out my way you can get killed
Pop a nigga like a pill
Where I’m from it’s survival
They spin through like a spiral
Make a thriller like I’m mike jack
Facts
I walk with a Mac 10
Came with attachments
Where it for fashion
High fashion like Louie baggage
High fashion like I’m out in Paris
My city went and turned me to a savage
Ima New York Nigga I ain’t got no choice but to run it up
They pick sides they switch sides
None of them niggas not 1 of us
Hit em' up
Now he baptized
Whole lot of gang lot of mob ties
Stuck in the trap this whole time
Stuck in the field on go time

Written by:
Willie Turpin

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