African in NY - Napoleon da Legend

Don't rock sandals I rock Timberlandswear a skully to the side
You can see it in the motions when I walkI'm an African in New York
See me cruising down the FDRWith a Dime Piece in the ride
You can hear it when I talkI'm an Africa in New York
Ohh Ohh I'm an alien an illegal alienI'm an African in New York
Ohh Ohh I'm an alien and my name's NapoleonI'm an African in New York
From the village to the streetsfrom feeling the heatto feeling chills down my spine from the winter breezetrynna make my money stretch like a centipedeand leave a legacy longer than the Kennedy'sI need a green card without the legal feesmy Senegalese connects said he can get it for me legallymy cousin wired me money to buy him jeanstrynna figure out how to get a bank account without an IDd**n things work differently herediamonds come out the ground they get it from Tiffany's hereand when you're down and outyou don't get no sympathy heregot a melody in my head like an epiphany heremanI make a penny doubleI make a dime triplequadrupling a quarter I'm a man of many hustlesI'm making solid connects for the dollars and centsso when you meet the God Acknowledge and respect
Money makes the man as someone saidso we hustle to get paid
Takes a man to sacrifice for years and smilebe yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they saybe yourself no matter what they say
It's like this yallFor my brothers on the blockfrom the gutter to the top
Know we keeping our pockets flooded to the topkeep our brains sharp from hustling a lotopen up shop anywhere customers will flock