So NY Heems

[Intro]
Word
Somewhere out in India, fuckin' rappin' and shit
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Chorus 2x]
I'm so New York
Yeah I'm heavy in the streets
I'm so New York
Yeah I'm heavy in the streets
I'm so New York
Yeah I'm heavy in the streets
I don't need to speak
I don't need to speak, bruh

[Verse 1]
I'm so New York, I still don't bump 2Pac
Label executives, stay saying I'm too sharp
All these women in my ears, stay saying I'm too smart
When I go to AA man, I always feel too dark
I'm too fun, I'm a storm, a Toofan
That's why your girl on top like a futon
Bae a ballerina, she dance in a tutu
Men stay harassing her, I copped her a .22
Yeah ma, we could sip the best espresso
Heemy got the best flow, they say I'm the best bro
And you, you something very special like a fresco
The crib Punjabi Greco, the shoes all gecko
Just let go, and get low, they gas you up like petrol
Me? I don't need to do that, see I'm very special
You never met a fella, someone like me
Fuck the Tarantino, It's the Hindu Spike Lee