New York Don't Love Me

[Refrain] I don't know why they keep talking about me I don't know why they keep talking about me At least I'm actin' like I don't know But New York don't love me Why New York don't I don't know why they keep talking bout me [Verse] I'm in a decapitated two-seater leanin' off King Louie Doing 90 down Nostrand bumping "Juicy" Somehow my lines got your group actin like groupies Confusing, how he so Bob Marley and Lil Boosie? Baby MC's teethin', speakin on me? treason Battled my past achievements, still leave undefeated The truth, that envy androgynous, and your crew Can't tell if ya'll get bitches or just bitches, sickening Can't read his next moves, so illiterate, damn Might bring the Pink Rover back how I'm killin with Cam Lyrical distorter, 25 to life bars, in this game You losin this quarter, flowin' got disorders Raising the draw bridge, drawing you big portraits Naming my self King, peasants get big coffins Pardon me *cough* being this sick can cause a bit coughin The last level big boss but you can't off em Ain't stoppin' the spinnin' on my Wheels of Fortune Will leave unfortunate, leave wills for double crossin' em Sick shit, like how that come outta his mouth? Since the crib, wanted to give momma a big house Continue to reign ruler, leave em with big droughts Success comes with a price, and the devil give discounts? Champagne for the champion with the damn pain Soaked in skill, so pharrell for my famlay But damn, still won't fuck with me You tryna be a Star for Bucks, you ain't cup of tea Music cure , my volume's on Valium Ya'll want shock value?, I need Pac value I need some food for thought at a buffet with Warren Buffet to learn something, about raising my stock value Punch in, punch out of work till my hands break I ain't cool with rappers, I'm just stealin' their fan base [Hook] But New York don't love me [Outro] That dumb shit be like I ain't caring, I got a McLaren (x3) No license, but I drive a McLaren