[Verse 1] New York, New Yorke, I said it twice Rat in my pocket, lucky dice Pennies in my palm turn hard to gold Came in hungry, corazón cold Bodega light on a busted block Abuela watching from the fire escape top Crack kids running where the sirens scream Everybody hustling for a piece of the dream “Qué pasa, loco?” from across the street Timbs hit hard on the concrete beat No sleep, hermano, city don’t care Smoke in the alley, trouble in the air [Pre-Chorus] You know I don’t blink I don’t fold Dale, one breath Then I go [Chorus] New York, New Yorke Say it right back New York, New Yorke I’m on that track New York, New Yorke One foot in, I’m there New York, New Yorke Got that wild stare Órale, órale City too loud New York, New Yorke Lost in the crowd [Verse 2] Hot pretzel steam on a paper plate Yellow cab screaming, everybody late Two kids posted by the liquor-store sign Mama yelling, “Mijo, get home on time” Blue lights bouncing off a corner-store wall Somebody running when the night cops call Needles in the gutter, dreams in the drain But the dude selling roses still dancing in rain Mami walks past like she owns the night Gold hoops shining in the neon light Old-head dominoes, arguing loud “Dale, cabrón!” from the back of the crowd I learned that pace from a hundred doors Every step up, I want ten more From uptown trains to the downtown glow This city says “move,” so hermano, I go [Pre-Chorus] You know I don’t blink I don’t fold Dale, one breath Then I go [Chorus] New York, New Yorke Say it right back New York, New Yorke I’m on that track New York, New Yorke One foot in, I’m there New York, New Yorke Got that wild stare Órale, órale City too loud New York, New Yorke Lost in the crowd [Bridge] Hand on the rail Eyes on the mile I came for the chaos I stayed for the style Crack smoke hanging by the projects at dawn Little kids playing like nothing is wrong Old man preaching with a bottle in hand Young boy dreaming of a better damn plan From the barrio heat To the subway hum If you hear me shout You know where I’m from “Qué lo qué?” “Dime, bro!” Doors slam shut And away we go New York, New Yorke Here I come [Final Chorus] New York, New Yorke Say it right back New York, New Yorke I’m on that track New York, New Yorke One foot in, I’m there New York, New Yorke Got that wild stare New York, New Yorke Sirens and gold New York, New Yorke Young and old New York, New Yorke Dale, don’t stop From the barrio streets To the rooftop New York, New Yorke Yeah, say it twice Dirty little heaven Beautiful vice
