Here are the actual lyrics: Some people like to get away Some people like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood But I’m takin the Greyhound On that Hudson River line I’m in the New York state of mind Fornication at an all-time high Tryina make it was a full time job I mean damn near lottery, damn near robbery Coming from the bottom, see grinding never bothered me Cookin on the stove while my brain fried Hustle but the same time serving them Me and Arthur Ashe, had the same job Sacrifices, going through the crisis Working with a little, but negotiatin prices All the years we was real close Now I see their faces on the pictures Man, wishing we was here toastin' Man, it is what it be But this time I take away your misery and make it mine [Hook] Can I live with prices on my head? Talk to lifers doing bids, say I help em learn to pray Turn my high thoughts to a jackpot Hard head niggas soft ass shorty, ass soft in the hard top Clean with it, 30 clip make you lean wit it Niggas talkin bout but we live it Secret society, tryin to keep denyin me Body & soul, fast money and hoes We’re gonna hate you til you leave Matter of fatigue All winter, fish for cheap, Long John Silver Lows with the highs, sweatin tellin lies Singing to the boys, got everybody doin time Since day one payday, A1 grade A Second place first loose, we made it Thank music Corner made lions hit the block when your baby crying Had to slang the montega til we see them sirens Slip through the back door, come clap the back board Get it when you’re supposed to, never when you aks for it Fuck niggas seeing copy, ask E and Gobbie Niggas haul trends, we cover all ends Back to the top, throw the top in the back and the coupe mean Bitch see the crib, try to move in Herb those, hoes never turned good bitches But the good bitches turned hoes Long ball with us