Azad Right - Son of Sam (Remix) lyrics

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Ft. Joell Ortiz & SPNCR

(Hook)

I feel like the Son of Sam and it's '74

Shooting craps down by the Bodega store

I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi amore

I always, feel the love when I'm down in New York

(Verse: Azad Right)

This feels like New York in the Summer time, where kids grind for the money signs

Mothers cryin', kids run inside then 100 rounds go brat brat brat

Spanish bitch wanna taste yo neck, teasing ya just 2 make ya sweat

When ya passed out, she might take yo check

Didn't break a sweat, she a patient vet

Hustlers all on the street corner, sweaty palms with the piece on em

Dreams of coppin' that Big Body with navigation n' seat warmers

This don't belong on no postal card, ballas chill at the local park

Sipping on blue Gatorade politickin' bout new local art

Cars drivin' by, way 2 fast, swerving through traffic like someone is dyin'

Seem like people be way 2 mad

It's thick in the air, take a smell of the violence

Clouding a city that's never been silent

Where everyone's grinding

For a chance 2 be timeless, it's all for the shining

& no I don't need 2 remind you, bwoy

(Hook x2)

I feel like the Son of Sam and it's '74

Shooting craps down by the Bodega store

I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi amore

I always, feel the love when I'm down in New York

(Verse 2: Joell Ortiz)

The Son Of Sam, huh? At least Sam had a father

Ain't no Sams back where I am, these lil boys raised by revolvers

Semiautomatics, crooked cops and robbers

When you retire I swear to God, the dope fiends lookin' like monsters

And it ? yo lobby, the elevators be all sloppy

The smell of crack and piss and shit got the whole kickin' like karate

And it's six more floors till mommi

And you do this everyday, yo homeboy got hit with one straight from out the Tommy

And some new kid sits behind me in math class

Where the teacher's a jackass and he don't like me

Cuz my hoodie and my do-rag, and my gold fronts, they define me as this gangsta

So I neva raise my hand, he just looks by me

But then he discovered I knew the answers if he tried me

But it's too late, I'm cuttin', puffin' on somethin'

Rollin' C-Lo in the yard, sellin' nickles on the D-low to the guards

Every single day I looked outta my peacoat, it was hard

Sam killed on the low, poor day my niggas leavin'

Swear to God, come on

(Hook x2)

I feel like the Son of Sam and it's '74

Shooting craps down by the Bodega store

I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi amore

I always, feel the love when I'm down in New York

(Verse 3: SPNCR)

No disrespect to your culture and yo neck in the woods

But tims and sweats is something that I neva understood

When I first landed, but I saw that shit first handed

Muhfuckas is dead serious, fuck gettin' lost, bwoy

You can get got here, it seem that everyone rappin'

How the hell you get hot here?

Man, shit is not real, list it, no wonder they all get piss in

And I thought I was gifted, pass the blunt, lemme get lifted

Pass the fact that I'm competin' with cats, that's my talent, that's my age

Fuck a challenge, this career, suicidal, 'less I balance it out

I'm workin' hard, I am smarter

Plan ahead, think further, strap up, don't be a father

No accident, but if you want the chance, then leave this fast covits

Flicker as fuck, and I ain't givin' two fucks

This the Mecca, the birthplace of hiphop

Where the best rapper is betta than you on they worst day

I kid not

(Hook x2)

I feel like the Son of Sam and it's '74

Shooting craps down by the Bodega store

I got a Spanish mami that's my new mi amore

I always, feel the love when I'm down in New York