Queen City - Street

-Where I wanna be. . . -Yeah.

Uh, let me turn my headphones up a little bit.

Uh, uh, uh, ayy, let's see.

Where I wanna be.

All that I want it, work hard for it.

Day, night, morning, I'm on it 'til I. . . Where I wanna be.

Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be. Uh, ayy.

In the city of Queens where kings made ayy, shit sweet, niggas need cream.

I ain't talking about the flame when I say that they fiends. I ain't talking about Hakeem, niggas blocking they dreams. I was on

Kendrick McGriff time, selling Supreme at seventeen, trying to make income off streams, paper off loose leaf. Just to get y'all to wake up, I lose sleep.

Shit, I ain't even woke, but they say I'm too deep.

And how when I'm scratching the surface, carry more verses than the women that's in the churches?

But I ain't preaching to you, I'm far from perfect.

Heal like Seal, but show off the scars, they worth it.

I was traveling through turbulence, hit the terminals, the plane know the rain is just God affirming you.

Walk by faith, not sight, it's gonna work for you. You think that this hurting you, it's taking you.

-Where I wanna be.

-It's just food for thought for you to digest. My OG Henry told me, "Trust the process.

" All that I want it, work hard for it. Day, night, morning, I'm on it 'til I. . .

-Where I wanna be.

-Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna, uh. Niggas wanna be famous.

Shit, I just wanna shine in this game that I reign in. I wanna be wealthy, don't wanna live dangerous.

Hoping it's stainless just to kill niggas brainless.

Don't wanna be aimless, I wanna be shameless on my Frank shit. Getting big, married to faith, living on prayer. Yes,

Jon Bon Jovi, making bands with the homies, 'til life sweet as Zack and Cody.

Wanna be inside my Maybach bumping Odee, or maybe Hov, baby taking my time, but no ticks on the Rollie.

I wanna be an example of what they owe me as a child, 'cause there wasn't no one around to show me.

And it's too many wannabes, but I just wanna be me, only doing it by my lonely. And sometimes it's gonna take leaving home.

When I'm roaming, they ask me where I'm going.

-Where I wanna be.

-Well, they try to tell me I can't, but they don't know me. Keep talking about it, nigga, show me.

All that I want it, work hard for it. Day, night, morning, I'm on it 'til I. . .

-Where I wanna be.

-Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna, uh.

Where I wanna be.