Manhattan
[Verse 1]
Gotham, skies are grey
I see 'em from a mile away
While I play Billie Holliday
Whether F. Scott or Ella Fitzgerald
Switch my apparel
Live like a pharaoh
Label me modern day Jay Gatsby
Life in the fast lane, can't catch me
At a max speed
Down the FDR the same taxi
Voice stay raspy
Late night, socialize 'til the crack of dawn
Just a hour that i'm nappin on
Scotch whisky smell on my breath its 5:50
Wakin up still tipsy, eyes shifty
Life's a slow death if I die quickly
I'm takin the pie with me
To be precise bury me each slice
See the world gather 'round street lights
Like peace pipes
Many travel to the Apple
Build the tower of Babel
See their dreams unravel
If i lose a battle, still win the war
The American Dream is at my inner core
Never sleep, let the planet rest
9 lives, on my feet's where I'm landin next
The spirit of a hustler will manifest
How do I define a hustler? I can't address
But I'll show, let the candle turn to wax
So Mickey Mantle with the stats
Pin stripes, lifestyle I spend nights
Noveau riche, triple axel on thin ice
[Verse 2]
Like sirens to Odysseus
Lady Liberty slow kissin us
Profilin from Ellis Island
From that River Hudson
Detrimental to my liver function
Martini by the glass got a n*gga lustin
Top shelf I be guzzlin
Feet hit the concrete on beat like percussion
Higher echelon that I'm touchin
See Mona Lisa? hand up the skirt get her blushin
She wanna one of my queens like Flushing
The energy flows like moonshine in Prohibition
Manhattan coalition
All Mighty Dollar, no religion
Patio brunch leave the breadcrumbs for the pigeons
Slick talker Knickerbocker
Either pickpocket or negotiate a wicked offer

[Verse 3]
So no matter what it costs me
Dream big, birth thoughts like offspring
I swear I dream like a boss dreams
Notorious schemes like the Rothsteins
Every will have soon heard
Transition like Guliani to Bloomberg
Newsworthy, a flew blurbs
How I went from the bottom to the top
True words
Bounced up like a pogo stick
Every man for himself on that solo tip
Not for the faint of heart you should go home quick
Read the same script that Manolo flipped
The "World is Mine" don't trip
Shot the muphucka out the sky
Get your own blimp
I relate to the greats
Barbians at the Gate no escape
Gotta go head on until I'm all they know
See a nigga sunbathe in that broadway glow
AMG first--never lose sight of this
Came to show you what an Esquire is
Debonaire, all bets on the higher risk
Gentlemen, but we rule with an iron fist