No Capo [Chorus] G Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life D Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Em Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying C I did everything for New York
[Verse 1] G New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag D I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man Em Kryie needed a king, I'm just making you understand C What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Duran G Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand D A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan Em Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand C Like I took the fall for some drugs, G I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's) D Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand Em So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan C Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith G I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van D This game, boy, is very, very advanced Em I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware C How very, very Dinero I can get on a snare Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared [Chorus] G Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
D Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Em Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying C I did everything for New York [Verse 2] G Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse D She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse Em Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out C The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down G Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat D Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap Em This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that C See, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that G She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one D But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one Em I’m not judging, here in the middle like I’m Malcolm, son C Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns G Bow down to no crown, these goobers out for the count D Cuz the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge Em Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd C With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow [Chorus] G Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life D Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio Em Long Island's only smiling cause my soul is flying
C I did everything for New York [Verse 3] G Let me give the kids just a little help D Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth Em Cause if it can stop the pain C How the fuck did you explain the G bunch of millionaires that killed themselves? D So you can take me off your winner's shelf Em I got that fifth vision, I'm bringing help C I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew G But now all I hear is the dinner bell D I need a family that loves me right Em Don't need a chain, don't need a glove at night C I had a conversation with an angel G She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life D Dropped off in the land where the artists play Em Where God's way is the hardest way C Told myself I'm keeping my faith If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away
