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
