packing my tools leaving the house cuz there is no one by my side i dont feel right and i will come back am just gonna fly just once am just lonely like the sun up in the sky like a cloud listen up here i just wanna be like my gee overseas neggars trynna kill him cuz he's been flexing yo look i know i got blessings cuz he always in a gatti everyday every night life is hard hope i make it moving up n down to get it i dont care what neggars thinking cuz my guys know i did it am the king of new york u cant joke with me cuz am gee killed like thousand gangstars with a gun made from steel patience is what i need now its a choice so i will take please i got a lot of enemies who want to kill me cuz i think deep