Manhattan

[Verse 1] Gotham, skies are grey I see 'em from a mile away While I play Billie Holliday Whether F. Scott or Ella Fitzgerald Switch my apparel Live like a pharaoh Label me modern day Jay Gatsby Life in the fast lane, can't catch me At a max speed Down the FDR the same taxi Voice stay raspy Late night, socialize 'til the crack of dawn Just a hour that i'm nappin on Scotch whisky smell on my breath its 5:50 Wakin up still tipsy, eyes shifty Life's a slow death if I die quickly I'm takin the pie with me To be precise bury me each slice See the world gather 'round street lights Like peace pipes Many travel to the Apple Build the tower of Babel See their dreams unravel If i lose a battle, still win the war The American Dream is at my inner core Never sleep, let the planet rest 9 lives, on my feet's where I'm landin next The spirit of a hustler will manifest How do I define a hustler? I can't address But I'll show, let the candle turn to wax So Mickey Mantle with the stats Pin stripes, lifestyle I spend nights Noveau riche, triple axel on thin ice [Verse 2] Like sirens to Odysseus Lady Liberty slow kissin us Profilin from Ellis Island From that River Hudson Detrimental to my liver function Martini by the glass got a n*gga lustin Top shelf I be guzzlin Feet hit the concrete on beat like percussion Higher echelon that I'm touchin See Mona Lisa? hand up the skirt get her blushin She wanna one of my queens like Flushing The energy flows like moonshine in Prohibition Manhattan coalition All Mighty Dollar, no religion Patio brunch leave the breadcrumbs for the pigeons Slick talker Knickerbocker Either pickpocket or negotiate a wicked offer [Verse 3] So no matter what it costs me Dream big, birth thoughts like offspring I swear I dream like a boss dreams Notorious schemes like the Rothsteins Every will have soon heard Transition like Guliani to Bloomberg Newsworthy, a flew blurbs How I went from the bottom to the top True words Bounced up like a pogo stick Every man for himself on that solo tip Not for the faint of heart you should go home quick Read the same script that Manolo flipped The "World is Mine" don't trip Shot the muphucka out the sky Get your own blimp I relate to the greats Barbians at the Gate no escape Gotta go head on until I'm all they know See a nigga sunbathe in that broadway glow AMG first--never lose sight of this Came to show you what an Esquire is Debonaire, all bets on the higher risk Gentlemen, but we rule with an iron fist