Intro (Itsbizkit)
Yerrr
We outside, you know the vibes
Niggas out here cappin (straight cappin)
You ain't getting no money
You niggas is broke
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
All these niggas be cappin' that's word to New Era
Whoever I'm on a record with, my verse gonna be better
You know friendly competition, but I don't be playing
Ion give a fuck who get offended by shit I be saying (I don't)
They gave you the dick in front of they kids (whoa)
I'm the definition of what disrespectful is (woo)
You heard what Murda said, can't believe he said that shit
I told you, I'm bodying whoever I'm on a record with
These grown man bars, stay in your child's place
You home cause you cooperated, my lawyer beat my case
You know the vibes, and we outside putting in pain
We hit the opps and we spin blocks, we be catching stains
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
All this industry cap from these little industry cats
Ya'll wasn't talking like this til we brought the energy back (not at all)
Tables turned, stuck my hand out but they didn't reach back (fuck em)
Life's a bitch, I count a quarter up while she sit in my lap
A plug from San Diego, all I had for a label, for breakfast
He had two eight balls of coke and a bagel
She want every new bag but don't bring shit to the table
So when I leave bitch, the whips coming with my like I'm Quavo
Ask about the Butch, he used to sell the shit by the gram
You never spit with a can, never held a brick in your hands
You ain't like that if you never felt no guilt from the bands
I don't wanna hear no lies nigga, tell that shit to your fans
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
You ain't the king of New York
That's straight cap (huh)
You ain't really outside
That's straight cap (yeah)
You be lying in your songs
That's straight cap (huh)
Straight cap (what)
Outro (Benny The Butcher)
Got my nigga bizkit in Buffalo
Ah, big Griselda, big BSF
Why you hyping these niggas man
I blame ya'll niggas man (it's your fault)
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