Queens part 2 Lyrics

Yo, what's up? It's Queens

Hello, hello

Yeah

It's Queens

Yeah

Shout out Brooklyn. Shout out Bronx

To the city people

Yeah. Yo, what's up

No credit, no love, shine bright every second

I was raised by the ashes on the pavement

Used to be that boy, laughing hard in the cold

To the corner store, p you know me

We gon' be the freshest motherfuckers out here in the NYC, yeah

And it's a pleasure just to meet you

Holla back, call me baby on my beeper

I'm a fresh young brother from Corona

Raised in the gravel, raised by a soldier

And I don't know your name

But you better speak up before the bus keep going

Back door, homie. Look up, homie

It's amazing that it's Queens. Get that guap, homie

Yeah, fresh boy from the city of sin

I looked up when I listened to Fifth

It's the East Coast. Get the dough

Biggie Boy, Been the goat

And I don't care where I'm at, all I got is love

Raise your hands for the city of love

This is NYC

Please, homie, you don't know about me

Grew up lonely, grew up sad

Touch it, love it

The rose grew from the trash

Lil' homie, you don't know I'm the man

No credit, no love

Shine bright every second

I was raised by the ashes on the pavement

Used to be that boy, laughing hard in the cold

To the corner store, p you know me

We gon' be the freshest motherfuckers out here in the NYC

And it's a pleasure just to meet you

Holla back, call me baby on my beeper

Motherfucker, this is New York

I was there at the parks eating churros

And it's safe to say they won't live the same

These young people got the newest phones, newest games

Who the fuck are we here to blame

When you started from the bottom, all you wanna say

My kids good, they gon' eat

Gucci, Prada, Louis V, all up on they feet P

Undergrad, hunnid G's

Education is a stepping stone to be

In Puerto Rico, in Belize

Tell me baby what you wanna be

Cause I'm a rapper, and I'm a friend

I'm that young boy on the train

And I'm the same little boy who don't ever listen

Tell me baby what more I need

No credit, no love

Shine bright every second

I was raised by the ashes on the pavement

Used to be that boy laughing hard in the cold

To the corner store, P

You know me, we gon' be the freshest motherfuckers out here in the NYC

And it's a pleasure just to meet you

Holla back, call me baby on my beeper

Yo, what's up

It's Queens

I know, I know

Yeah

It's Queens

Yeah

Check out Brooklyn

Check out Brooklyn

For the city people

Yeah, yo, what's up