Trinidad James - New York City Rant lyrics

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Trinidad James - New York City Rant lyrics

New York make some noise man. How we feeling out there man? I'm sorry I gotta come out here and do all this talking to ya, but... it's just how I feel. I'd rather you f** with me for who I really am than the n***a that you think I am, dawg. That's some bullsh**. I'd rather just have ten n***as that get behind me. My album's the sh**. It's the sh**, man, I'll be dropping that b**h next year. I promise you like, first of all as an artist you gotta feel that type of way about your music. I feel like my album is better than all this bullsh** that these n***as is feeding you. It's bullsh**, it's bullsh**! If it was some real sh**, I'd tell you it was some real sh**, but it's some bull, f**ing, sh**! Straight up, man, that sh** is just for a check and a chain, bro. You can't tell me anybody out here who's a real f**ing hip-hop fan, can tell me that Kendrick Lamar 'posed to be platinum just this year. He been that f**ing good! He been that good! He been that f**ing good, dawg! He been that good! But now, the n***a that we been knew, now he come and say sh** like he the king of New York. What is that? What is that? What is that, dawg? I remember when New York, ran this sh**, y'know? When Dipset was f**ing, pumped the f** UP! I gotta wear my bandanna on tilt like Juelz. I remember when New York rap was the sh**! And us in the South, us downwards, we was like "What the f**?" and we just did our own thing. But now we run y'all, musically! That's crazy! That's crazy! That's crazy, my n***a! That's crazy! I'm not trying to start nothing, if you wanna do something, we can do something, I don't give a f**. But I'm just being honest with you. I look up to New York music! And now every n***a that's really popping out of New York, you might as well tell he's from Atlanta! He gon' lie, he from Atlanta! He from Atlanta! Y'all got n***as interviewing more popular than n***as, man. Y'all got better interviewers man, shout out to Elliot Wilson, man. That's n***as the f**in, who is he Prince, man! What you wanna do next, man? (Beat starts playing)

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