Lyrics New York Nights (feat. Stro & Jordan Bratton) - Jordan Bratton , Taylor Bennett , Stro

There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night

I got a story to tell, some real shit
Yo, I grew up broke, crew all broke
Every old head homie that I had knew on dope
Only hope was the musical notes, dead presidents
Only politicians that'll get my vote
Without rope, got me feelin' free as an eagle
Crib with a room, too small for my ego
In three mo', years, I'll play, musical chairs
At the Grammy's with more niggas than a Tarantino script
Life's a trip, but I never slip
Hit the stu', never dip, shit
It's me and this, y'all hearin' my pain
Tryna get a deal with Def Jam, have a deaf man screamin' my name
And even when I'm indie
I treat naps like hashtags, follow dreams like it's trendy
Can't die, knowin' I ain't try
As long as I got the sky, I'mma fly, high

Answer this, when I hold my high
Reach the stars, but I just can't fly
Hold me down, but can't burn my side
Hold me down til I break the sky
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night

What's the worst news you could hear from the hospital?
I'm too young for blood clots, too young for mug shots
Too old for breakdowns, I need that lake house
View like a stakeout, tired of takeout
I got no time which to sand out these blood clots
God pushin' me like this cliff was a jump start
Knew I could fly since these 'S' on report cards
Knew I could die since Jay Leno caught that gunshot
Evil won't sleep, Bob Marley, I know what dreams bought, things bought
Spend it on all I need like a Link card
Use to hop trains cause all my money was gansta
Use to stain steamers and sweaters till they had paint jobs
Use to have friends that rapped and cracked bank cards
Know I'm on maps and KMax my bank cards
Dead friends, now I can Quick Pay or PayPal
This is they ain't livin' or listen over their Pay cause
I've been on a mission to get em but there's a great wall
I ain't different listen medicinally we was brain washed
Young niggas thinking bout sex, money, and gang wars
Young niggas thinking bout killing niggas with AR's
I solicit to Folks, Moes, and Foes nigga
Presidents, the doctors, the dope dealers
I'm from the 90's sixteen's got no limits
Chi Town don't die down in cold winters
I know the mob, the mayor, and know some cold killers
I know some rappers that sacked us, won't even roll with us
Cause we be stackin' and clappin' after our shows nigga
And it'd be more if it's Mooky, Peanut, and Joe with us
I went to Prep, it was Urban, cause we was cold killers
They got a problem, we got a problem, I blow with em
This was my life before many models and show fillers
How could I change for gold rings, I go realer
I ain't got time to slow down, a time killer
I ain't got time to slow down my rhymes nigga

Answer this, when I hold my high
Reach the stars, but I just can't fly
Hold me down, but can't burn my side
Hold me down til I break the sky
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
Answer this, when I hold my high
Reach the stars, but I just can't fly
Hold me down, but can't burn my side
Hold me down til I break the sky
There's no night like this night
There's no night like this night
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