Bellion, Jon - New York Soul, Pt. II Lyrics




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

[Jon Bellion:]
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
Kryie 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 Dinero I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared

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

[Jon Bellion:]
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 goobers 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
With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow

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

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





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  1. Cosmic Explosion

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

    [Jon Bellion:]
    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
    Kryie 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 Dinero I can get on a snare
    Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared

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

    [Jon Bellion:]
    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 goobers 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
    With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blaow

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

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

  2. Jett Dennis

    You are not biggest but you have the most dedicated fans

  3. Danielle Maree

    "Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
    'Cause if it can stop the pain
    How the **** do you explain a bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?"


    One of the most accurate statements ever. Love this guy.

  4. Crz Sanchese

    Anybody who listens to this should also check out Alec Benjamin. Just sayin

  5. XDaniel Z.

    I still prefer the first one without that style change

  6. whoisbenjamin

    amazing work man @whoisbenjamin