Blue Yankee Fitted

Ha
 Blood type is Yankee blue
 Sky came, jumped off the steps and made a coup
 My refined lane bust out the left to play the loop
 If you sideways come out your neck, bring a noose
 From the grey bottom era and one of just a select two
 That never change what he wave when all the rest do
 My 16's is heron how y'all freeze tag
 The city's starting to get heavy in the Supreme bag
 Bin was in the duffle
 I lift that up a bundle
 Fans is bamboo and they been that on the humble
 Youngin's get in the way trying divvy up the gold
 I Chris Paul the draw put Clippers in the hole
 New Yiddy in the room and they saw it from the deck
 Half a pound watches, Walker Wear sweats
 Logo of the city and double down on that line
 In the top by default I don't count past five muhfucka
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 Blue Yankee fitted on daily
 Think of a blue Yankee fitted when you hear me
 You know the squad
 Uh, and the city is on deck
 Know when we be on the city gon' rep
 They don't respect humble all niggas see is the shine
 So I design lines illuminating they mind
 Greatest in modern time
 They tell you different they lying
 The cyclone, Nathan's, and me, vintage C.I
 S.K. is the 'Stuy, combine repping the K
 Black jackets and ratchets is the new N.W.A
 W is on my hoodie and double G is where I lay
 Any attempt to threaten will force youngin to spray
 All blatant no subliminal diss
 So if there's other shots fired I just empty the clip
 How more hitting is this?
 I'm more sick
 I'm more slick with the spit
 I talk the panties drawers off of your bitch
 I'm more
 The pen bars hit the toilet and sit
 The boy Tor' still author that shit
 Grey bottoms hidden under the crown
 So when you see them two letters you know how that sound
 From the trunks with spare tires on the back of the door
 The top down in the winter be attracting the law
 I pull a Michael Michelle off the hype of the rail
 And tap dance on a loop like I was
 Call me cash money brother
 Addicts by the numbers
 New York to death when y'all was rapping undercover
 I never looked back on the town or where I've came from
 The spokesman of the hustle that you was raised on
 Son
 So how the fuck niggas talking 'bout
 They rep the city when they joint sound like Walk It Out?
 I deliver the soundtrack to when the hawk is out
 Perfect backdrop for when they chalk you out
 I've been off the route, march to the beat of the drum
 And shoot dope into the needle till the speakers is numb
 Uh
 Place your bets on the vets
 The two man set
 Barrel brothers, ain't nar' 'nother a threat