Sunday on Sound: They say you can Win anywhere if you can Win here & you ain't been Nowhere if you ain't been Here...... New York, New York!
[ J Cole & 50 Cent - New York Times ]
[Intro: J. Cole]
This for all my niggas in the cityBut this shit really for Queens thoughReally for Queens though, ya know?Big city of dreams, motivated by schemesGetting money regiment with my get money regimeNah mean? yeah
[Verse 1 : J Cole]
New York times, come listen to these New York rhymesA southern nigga with a New York mindIn the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be KingsGetting to the money, it seems, by any meansAs I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand outFish out of water, yet an official reporterUp here, life is a bitch, I blow a kiss at her daughterIn the city where niggas will leave you shit outta orderSo yeah, you heard the news, disturbing newsShot a brother in the head, thank the lord he ain't deadWas in a coma for months, eyes ain't opened them onceMy nigga visibly stressin', a mess, he smoking his bluntWhat could I say, I can't relate to that, all I do is pray for thatThis the city of God told me "Go and make it" atI got a date with destiny, I'm running late for thatGrab a paper, hey kid, you gotta pay for that
[Hook: J. Cole & 50 Cent]
The New York Times, yeahThe New York TimesExtra, extra, read all about itThey say you can win anywhere if you can win hereAnd you ain't been no where if you ain't been hereHustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game maneSame places, different faces, on the train maneNew York, New York
[Verse 2 : J Cole]
Hop on the F train, took the express trainSkip that local shit, my vocal sick, that's how success cameOnce kings now we pawns in this chess gameWall street got black slave blood stainsWhich means, we built this cityAnd never got scraps while the devil got fatIn fact, reparations for niggas in desperationFuck money, get my kid a real educationBlood money spills, had a real revelationSouthside make you realize there's still segregationDon't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loudSometimes I wanna save the world and I be thinking bout howMy motive, to lead my niggas to paradiseImagine the world, free from painAnd we no longer scared at nightFar from the crime, the blind leading the blindWe dont make it primetime till we dyin'
[Hook: J. Cole & 50 Cent]
The New York TimesThe New York Times, yeahThe New York TimesExtra, extra, read all about itThey say you can win anywhere if you can win hereAnd you ain't been no where if you ain't been hereHustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game maneSame places, different faces, on the train maneNew York, New York
[Verse 3: Bas]
How I go from selling reefer and platesTill eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with DrakeShould've been in the States, property of the JakesNow I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lakeLet me properly integrate you to itShow you how the heads of states and gangsters do itThem niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through itI done been up in everything, cars you never seenCities you never heard of, from the streets where they murderPolice observe us till they reach the verdictKill 'em all, fucking kill 'em allIf you can't send 'em to the pen, send 'em to the morgueSend 'em to the Lord, fuck it, send his broadHundred shots through the dark but they never hit my heartNigga, bitch nigga, take a pauseHundred shots through the dark you can never hit my heart
[Hook: J. Cole & 50 Cent]
The New York TimesThe New York Times, yeahThe New York TimesExtra, extra, read all about itThey say you can win anywhere if you can win hereAnd you ain't been no where if you ain't been hereHustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game maneSame places, different faces, on the train maneNew York, New York.
Writer(s): J.Cole • Curtis Jackson • Hamad
Producer(s): J.Cole • Gilmore
Length: 4:31
