I grew up on the chill side
Stayin' alive was no problem,
the Upper East Side project some condos some
where in between downtown and Harlem
It's not quite accurate to
was ever either or this or all that
But if New York is a concrete jungle,
my old earth kept me in a zoo
Who wouldn't want to find a way
to make it safe for a child?
I learned to escape for a while,
but you know what they say
Being out of your element
Was a giraffe, monkey, lion, or elephant
In school they said I was on the right track
But in the school of hard knocks
Nowadays no knocks get left,
Some say might makes right,
But whether giving beat downs
You're not likely to see me
I see how it's rough out there
I see the extra large dosage
I see how the gas don't last
In the streets and you crash
trust shit is just as real
Chris Rock got you gassed
But I'm that smart yard nigga
Yo, I love New York, I am New York
The way I spin, break beats,
The way I eat, sleep, drink,
The way I build and destroy,
cause that's how I was taught
I'm feelin' Philly for now,
I'm still close enough to the Yanks,
See, I don't divide by places,
but similar state of mind
A battleground for the lives
You heard? Please believe
We all gotta get over in our own way
Place to stay, peace to lay, and a payday
I get mine's the legit way
But no tellin' what I do to protect mine
Kindness for weakness, faith for fear
until the cards are played
But don't step to my door
thinking something is sweet
Or we won't even have to take
it all the way to the street
Cause from the sidewalks,
corners that I clean at home
Never fuck with the sanctity of my home
I'm from New York and Philly
So from Broadway to Broad Street,
I know how to hold it down
On my own when I come through
But I'm that smarty -arm nigga
I've been watching hip -hop grow
from school battles to my own show
Motivated by the love for
To the point that it controls
But if it's 8 million stories
We can't all be pimps, players,
It sounds sexy coming out to stereo,
why we still getting stereotyped
Like we a whole generation
Like that's just how I go
But everybody in the city ain't ghetto
We all not slinging rocks in Totem Meadow
And everybody in the ghetto
Waiting for a reason to stomp,
And every gangster in the ghetto
Like there's no consequences
Like we don't even think first
Why should I play the role of zealot
just for y 'all to repel it?
I'd rather rep for the rest of us
Trans been alive on the sidewalks