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Fade in New York Video (MV)




Performed By: Yö
Featuring: Elio
Language: English
Length: 5:59
Written by: Elliot Rivas, Yuseff Hamm




Yö - Fade in New York Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Elio ]

On my block
Erribody got big whips
Wide bodies, bending some big hips
D boys never giving out statements
So many rats here looking for placement
In Brooklyn
Home of the Stuy
Bullets reloading and the homies get fly
Any day get slumped wit a k
Get money that's the Brooklyn way
I keep it G all the way to letter
I know nah thing but cream and cheddar
Try me guarantee that's a me-stake
I need Dream Doll and cheesecake
Y Junior always the villain
Fight for New York
Turned fight for the living
Fighting for ya life
Can't give you no pity
Warning don't come to this city
Matta fact don't touch this borough
Avoid this tip shit'll leave you hollow
Niggas lead with the lead
Hit ya body then soul will follow
I don't like to preach
And New York Cole
There are role models
I stay getting to bags
Cuz we don't sleep
In this Brooklyn silo
Waiting for this to amount to more
Watch ya pockets don't get rushed now
Fist fights
Knife cuts
Gunshots everything on the block
Doctors, lawyers,
Engineers
Teachers, cops everything on the block
Asking what I want indeed
Simply everything on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look and say
It's all good
Too focused on a way to get dollars quick
Niggas move like Wile E on them corners
F*ck colleges
Hunger got no time to wait
Start losing that collagen
Trigger finger itching
To take heads off the opposite
Feeding they seeds to road runners
To avoid the pen
Tryna not get covers blown
It's a quiet place and them under covers
Out here like black snow
Niggas move slow
Move in packs
Yet stay dolo 'memba that
I don't know you and that's facts
If the boys spot you
Don't know jack
So long Dax huh
Great hits on the way
Fly coops by the sidewalk
Let you know who paid
With that drug money
Rocking bugs bunnies
New J's and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go a friend
Back then we was balling out now homie is floppin' on meds
Pray he playing pretend
But you know that game never end
Big city make you feel small
At this height the pressure go straight to ya head
Putting up doors
City on lock
I'm from the heights ain't new to the top
Been at some lows that many would flop
But hustle i got ain't ever going stop
Cream of the crop money I got
Swimming in dough the bread never stop
Cream of the crop money I got
Swimming in dough the bread never stop
City on lock
My composition made the envy
Method of my madness
Simple manners to me look sketch
This is all planted
Now I'm blazin
In the ring
N ya life in danger health bars are in the red
Man these lames is fed
Uptown I'm dropping bodies
And the house is next
First fight I ever had
I did the kid bad
Now kids are shooting lasers wit heavy metal tags
These guns rated E all ages
So are body bags
Issa Fight For New York now
Issa Fiiiight
Issa Fiiight
Nowadays I'm tryna duck cops
And ops
Get it out the mud
Whole city on a one-manhunt
Word to Elmer Fudd
I go to Jake to ice it out
Foundation where I fight it out
I always wanted static
Wit my hooks
Make sure the lights is out
Yeah I got the comp pushing up daisies
Yeah they Popeye tough
Ever eye the throne in New York
You don't disrupt enough
I'm always down to shake any moment
Pit to the Terrordome
Revolve around 3:57
Or Club Murder where I'm
Running streets they tell I'm a fool
I'm just acting out
And tryna put on for the New
And I'm wyling smacking every nigga out here on the 2
You can end up in a New York City sewer on the news
Depending how you really really blending with my crew
Never switching sides I'don ever have to choose
The blood in this ring gotta use it as my muse
I always win the war, won't ever need a truce
True
Depleted options
I'm Feeling boxed in
In my life too many cages
Heavy wagers for opposing players
Signal envy
Beanie Siegel
It is in the air
Free for alls cost ya life
Not my concern my
Ok now pick your target
Fighting the urges to go full lochness
The city a maze, filled with the mindset
To not get locked in
Fighting the wages, that leave you slaving
For a high payment
My brothers get panic attacks from stressing
How they going pay it
Just to deal with
A million reasons how they'll die
Cause all this weight in mind, they can't think bout happy times
I fight in cursive, and with this method I blaze in any direction
Ice on your T, turn to vapor when I xzibit presence
Huh
But around here can't afford to be seen
Handheld Like PSP
They flame you make the mothers scream
Praying for her son to find a way out this reality
Snooping round the block too much
Know way he passing 23
Without a piece or with it
When that adrenaline kick in
He'll forget bout being Christian
Another life missing
Damn
Tryna find some signs in this Def Jam
One fight that's one life
You'd be dead soon as the bell rung
From bk, the home of the decay
Tell me if you smell something
Body bags of old
Look good up under my shell toes
I get it from the gutter
With some blood on my buttahs
I mean what a drastic action
Street tactics live here to force distraction
All to fake a status
Where pressure from heat got you cracking
Pop Out
We can shoot the fair one
I will knock you ass out
I will not need no gun
Square up
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On my block
Erribody got big whips
Wide bodies, bending some big hips
D boys never giving out statements
So many rats here looking for placement
In Brooklyn
Home of the Stuy
Bullets reloading and the homies get fly
Any day get slumped wit a k
Get money that's the Brooklyn way
I keep it G all the way to letter
I know nah thing but cream and cheddar
Try me guarantee that's a me-stake
I need Dream Doll and cheesecake
Y Junior always the villain
Fight for New York
Turned fight for the living
Fighting for ya life
Can't give you no pity
Warning don't come to this city
Matta fact don't touch this borough
Avoid this tip shit'll leave you hollow
Niggas lead with the lead
Hit ya body then soul will follow
I don't like to preach
And New York Cole
There are role models
I stay getting to bags
Cuz we don't sleep
In this Brooklyn silo
Waiting for this to amount to more
Watch ya pockets don't get rushed now
Fist fights
Knife cuts
Gunshots everything on the block
Doctors, lawyers,
Engineers
Teachers, cops everything on the block
Asking what I want indeed
Simply everything on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look and say
It's all good
Too focused on a way to get dollars quick
Niggas move like Wile E on them corners
F*ck colleges
Hunger got no time to wait
Start losing that collagen
Trigger finger itching
To take heads off the opposite
Feeding they seeds to road runners
To avoid the pen
Tryna not get covers blown
It's a quiet place and them under covers
Out here like black snow
Niggas move slow
Move in packs
Yet stay dolo 'memba that
I don't know you and that's facts
If the boys spot you
Don't know jack
So long Dax huh
Great hits on the way
Fly coops by the sidewalk
Let you know who paid
With that drug money
Rocking bugs bunnies
New J's and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go a friend
Back then we was balling out now homie is floppin' on meds
Pray he playing pretend
But you know that game never end
Big city make you feel small
At this height the pressure go straight to ya head
Putting up doors
City on lock
I'm from the heights ain't new to the top
Been at some lows that many would flop
But hustle i got ain't ever going stop
Cream of the crop money I got
Swimming in dough the bread never stop
Cream of the crop money I got
Swimming in dough the bread never stop
City on lock
My composition made the envy
Method of my madness
Simple manners to me look sketch
This is all planted
Now I'm blazin
In the ring
N ya life in danger health bars are in the red
Man these lames is fed
Uptown I'm dropping bodies
And the house is next
First fight I ever had
I did the kid bad
Now kids are shooting lasers wit heavy metal tags
These guns rated E all ages
So are body bags
Issa Fight For New York now
Issa Fiiiight
Issa Fiiight
Nowadays I'm tryna duck cops
And ops
Get it out the mud
Whole city on a one-manhunt
Word to Elmer Fudd
I go to Jake to ice it out
Foundation where I fight it out
I always wanted static
Wit my hooks
Make sure the lights is out
Yeah I got the comp pushing up daisies
Yeah they Popeye tough
Ever eye the throne in New York
You don't disrupt enough
I'm always down to shake any moment
Pit to the Terrordome
Revolve around 3:57
Or Club Murder where I'm
Running streets they tell I'm a fool
I'm just acting out
And tryna put on for the New
And I'm wyling smacking every nigga out here on the 2
You can end up in a New York City sewer on the news
Depending how you really really blending with my crew
Never switching sides I'don ever have to choose
The blood in this ring gotta use it as my muse
I always win the war, won't ever need a truce
True
Depleted options
I'm Feeling boxed in
In my life too many cages
Heavy wagers for opposing players
Signal envy
Beanie Siegel
It is in the air
Free for alls cost ya life
Not my concern my
Ok now pick your target
Fighting the urges to go full lochness
The city a maze, filled with the mindset
To not get locked in
Fighting the wages, that leave you slaving
For a high payment
My brothers get panic attacks from stressing
How they going pay it
Just to deal with
A million reasons how they'll die
Cause all this weight in mind, they can't think bout happy times
I fight in cursive, and with this method I blaze in any direction
Ice on your T, turn to vapor when I xzibit presence
Huh
But around here can't afford to be seen
Handheld Like PSP
They flame you make the mothers scream
Praying for her son to find a way out this reality
Snooping round the block too much
Know way he passing 23
Without a piece or with it
When that adrenaline kick in
He'll forget bout being Christian
Another life missing
Damn
Tryna find some signs in this Def Jam
One fight that's one life
You'd be dead soon as the bell rung
From bk, the home of the decay
Tell me if you smell something
Body bags of old
Look good up under my shell toes
I get it from the gutter
With some blood on my buttahs
I mean what a drastic action
Street tactics live here to force distraction
All to fake a status
Where pressure from heat got you cracking
Pop Out
We can shoot the fair one
I will knock you ass out
I will not need no gun
Square up
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Elliot Rivas, Yuseff Hamm
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