The Intro Video (MV)

It's NY's Spy
I wrote this just walking the streets
Numbers up, hearin whispers, but i ain't coming back
Writing on the wall, on how i'm plugged like a thumb tact
One summer, I had my whole neighborhood fat
2 Days flat
And they front door, beside your welcome mat
I had to move pass greed, A Dumfries nigga
Mixin conscious wit some new trap swing
And apologies to my pieces
Who consider me they weakness
Money grams twice aweek, to I-95 speeches
I'm watching instagrams turn to shit shows
Indictments choke slamming niggas up like the Big show
Came up Up top, wanted the drop, on how to really pop
Catch a plug on some haze, then to the club to hit my diddy bob
Manhattanville, you wasn't here, I'm just being fair
Plaine Jaine Virginia nigga, making the bitches stare
I was patience, staying official was my soul purpose
Move my last 16, then it was cold turkey
Cause imma give this shit my last, till it's
New spot whips, wit pink slips up on the dash
It's like Rap rather deal wit cap, and I been Beamon
Wit it falsifying bearing arms
Crazy I never see em wit it
A dual threat, I put rap over the trap shit
Pay mama rent, and still stuff notes for the mattress
Phil Collins, i was waiting for my moment
Put my section on the map, anything more is just a bonus
I'm thinking matte foreign wit the menstrual seats
And one of one boX tees, before we blitz the streets
Why lie, every bitch believed it was a money tree
Fair catching bags, and never fads of the tummy tea
You niggas lads, but got the nerve to talk 100 p's
Been part of droughts, even floods that made the summer freeze
And while niggas made the section hot, I just upped my stock
They know when grams hit the clock, then it's time to shop
Born in the mob, niggas before me did it legendary
Street mercenaries, respect was first, not secondary
The visionary when was cheap, I set the price tag
Moschino Dino, up gtown wit some light bags
I couldn't tell it all, for the right cash
I couldn't mail em all, so I took the flight back