New York Nights - Taylor Bennett, Treble.Fm, Stro

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

I got a story to tell, some real shit

Yo, I grew up broke, crew all broke

Every old head homie that I had knew on dope

Only hope was the musical notes, dead presidents

Only politicians that’ll get my vote

Without rope, got me feelin' free as an eagle

Crib with a room, too small for my ego

In three mo', years, I’ll play, musical chairs

At the Grammy’s with more niggas than a Tarantino script

Life’s a trip, but I never slip

Hit the stu', never dip, shit

It’s me and this, y’all hearin' my pain

Tryna get a deal with Def Jam, have a deaf man screamin' my name

And even when I’m indie

I treat naps like hashtags, follow dreams like it’s trendy

Can’t die, knowin' I ain’t try

As long as I got the sky, I’ma fly, high

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

What’s the worst news you could hear from the hospital?

I’m too young for blood clots, too young for mug shots

Too old for breakdowns, I need that lake house

View like a stakeout, tired of takeout

I got no time which to sand out these blood clots

God pushin' me like this cliff was a jump start

Knew I could fly since these 'S' on report cards

Knew I could die since Jay Leno caught that gunshot

Evil won’t sleep, Bob Marley, I know what dreams bought, things bought

Spend it on all I need like a Link card

Use to hop trains cause all my money was gansta

Use to stain steamers and sweaters till they had paint jobs

Use to have friends that rapped and cracked bank cards

Know I’m on maps and KMax my bank cards

Dead friends, now I can Quick Pay or PayPal

This is they ain’t livin' or listen over their Pay cause

I’ve been on a mission to get em but there’s a great wall

I ain’t different listen medicinally we was brain washed

Young niggas thinking bout sex, money, and gang wars

Young niggas thinking bout killing niggas with AR’s

I solicit to Folks, Moes, and Foes, nigga

Presidents, the doctors, the dope dealers

I’m from the 90's sixteen’s got no limits

Chi Town don’t die down in cold winters

I know the mob, the mayor, and know some cold killers

I know some rappers that sacked us, won’t even roll wit' us

Cause we be stackin' and clappin' after our shows nigga

And it’d be more if it’s Mooky, Peanut, and Joe wit' us

I went to Prep, it was Urban, 'cause we was cold killers

They got a problem, we got a problem, I blow wit' 'em

This was my life before many models and show fillers

How could I change for gold rings?

I go realer

I ain’t got time to slow down, a time killer

I ain’t got time to slow down my rhymes, nigga

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

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