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[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]
E                                    G#m
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
C#m                                      A
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
     E                                         G#m
Long Island's own are smiling cause my soul is fine
C#m             A
     I did everything for New York

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]
    *       *
(Ah)        Na-na-na nam na-na-na nam na-na-na, na-na-na nam na-na-na nam (Ah)
     *
New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
       *
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
*
Kyrie needed a king, I'm just making you understand
       *
What I rustle up in the West, cause my reach is Kevin Durant
*
Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
  *
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
*
Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand
       *
Like I took the fall for some drugs
                                    *
I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)

Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
       *
So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan
  *                                                 *
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith

I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
*
  This game, boy, is very, very advanced
    *
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
    *
How very, very Di Nero, bro I can get on a snare
  *
Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared

[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]
E                                    G#m
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
C#m                                      A
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
     E                                         G#m
Long Island's own are smiling cause my soul is fine
C#m             A
     I did everything for New York

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
    *       *
(Ah)        Na-na-na nam na-na-na nam na-na-na, na-na-na nam na-na-na nam (Ah)
        *
Meet me in the red dress when the stakes high, that's porterhouse
      *
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse
*
  Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out
    *
The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down?
*
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
*
  Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
     *
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
        *
See, my joy lies in the Son and you should jump on that
                *
She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
             *
But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
        *
I’m not judging, here in the middle like I’m Malcolm, son
          *
Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
    *
Bow down to no crown, these dudes was out for the count
           *
'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge
*
Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
       *
When a thousand counting me out but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow

[Chorus: Alec Benjamin]
E                                    G#m
Lay me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
C#m                                      A
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
     E                                         G#m
Long Island's own are smiling cause my soul is fine
C#m             A
     I did everything for New York

[Bridge]
   G#m              F# E D#m   G#m
Yo, I'm telling you
   G#m              F# E D#m   G#m
Yo, I'm telling you                (Yeah)
   G#m              F# E D#m   G#m   C#
Yo, I'm telling you
   D#m E            F#   G#m
Yo, I'm telling you        (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Jon Bellion]
G#m           F#   E   D#m
  Let me give the kids just a little help
G#m
  Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
G#m              F#   E   D#m
'Cause if it can stop the pain
                      G#m
How the fuck do you explain a bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
G#m                           F#   E   D#m
  So you can take me off your winner's shelf
G#m                    C#
  I got that different vision, I'm bringing help
       D#m E
I know the demons in the room
                          F#
Gon' say it's more that I can chew
    G#m
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
G#m         F#   E   D#m
  I need a family that loves me right
G#m
  Don't need a chain, don't need a club at night
G#m                   F#   E   D#m
  I had a conversation with an angel
                      G#m
She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
G#m                        F#   E   D#m
  Dropped off in the land where the artists play
G#m          C#
 Where God's way is the hardest way
     D#m E
Told myself I'm keeping my faith
      F#   G#m
If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I give it all away

G#m  F# E D#m   G#m
G#m  F# E D#m   G#m