Lyrics Why Would I Lie - Real-E Ripe

Most these niggas' opinions really ain't value
Problem
Like, like hold up
Let me talk

I'm in charge, I'm the king
I'm in charge, I'm the king of New York
He was tryna bottle up, so I left him in the park
He's talkin' crazy, he see me in form

Then he put the hair down and forgot what they do
I'm with Stacy, moving macy
When Jesus come home, we doin' the bracy
Orleans, Broadway, Montclair

But the time came with the slutsy
They call me the captain of the flexi
But I'm some nigga who's next in line
If they ever try to test me

I bet a nigga fall at the bell ring
Even if I die, couldn't kill me
See, I already came as Malcolm X
I'm makin' as my daughter as a gift

I'm thankin' God for all I get
I'm even concerned for no regrets
I check my bank account, and when I have zero
A nigga still feel like he was blessed

Like, yes, let's get it
Cause there's no way to go but up now
And all I ever rep was uptown
I'm like, why would I stop

Why would I lie
Been on the block, been sippin' pie
Shout out all smoke, that be my guy
La voz de la calle, shit can get scary

No te empate
Yeah, yeah
And my heart keep on
Keep on runnin' magic, runnin' magic

Man, when they hear this
They gon' say that I'm savage
Runnin' magic
Runnin' magic, runnin' magic