Yeah... you know what it is
We just keepin’ that soul alive (woo)
Queens to the world, let’s go — Trap’n for N.Y.

[Verse 1]
Came up where the jazz cats blow (uh)
Brass in the alley, bassline low (low)
Mama had vinyls, daddy had soul
Now I'm flippin' packs with a platinum flow (yeah)

Gold chain swing like a saxophone
Notes in the air, block feel like home
From the stoop to the stage, I wrote my zone
808 kicks where the legends grown (let's go)

Summer nights, porch lights, loops in the breeze
Old heads hummin' Coltrane melodies (mmm)
Now we post up, dreamin' off them keys
SP on the crate, choppin’ classics with ease (uh)

Soul food Sundays, beats in the pan
Taught me how to cook before I had a plan
Now it’s trap lines mixed with jazz hands
And the streets still hum like a live brass band (woo!)

[Hook]
We just trap’n for N.Y. (woo), bass hittin’ like hi-fi
Spinnin’ records on the block, still the vibe won’t die (nah)
Trumpets in the sky, got the groove so fly
Put that soul in my verses, I don’t even gotta try (no cap)

Trap’n for N.Y., feel the city in the ride
From Jamaica Ave to the heights worldwide
We don’t flex, we glide, let the real ones testify
Put that funk in the trap, now we timeless, right?

[Verse 2]
Horn section sound like the street’s heartbeat (yeah)
Midnight moves with that smoked-out heat (uh)
Corner store dreams, real ones don’t sleep
Grindin’ through the noise, findin’ peace in the beat (no sleep)

Ten toes on the pavement, jazz on the loop
Cookin' on the SP, sample that truth (truth)
Legends from the past still echo in the booth
Now I lace ‘em with the hi-hats, facts and proof (proof)

Flip the script, give 'em that golden age nod
Play that trumpet like a Glock when I rock (baow!)
Chords from the basement, rhymes from the top
And the snare hit cold like the city block (brrr!)

From Harlem nights to Brooklyn tales (tales)
Bronx gave us the drums, Queens never fails
This ain’t no phase, it’s a story we tell
Trap’n with the funk, now ring that bell (ding!)

[Hook]
We just trap’n for N.Y. (yeah), bass hittin’ like hi-fi
Spinnin’ records on the block, still the vibe won’t die
Trumpets in the sky, got the groove so fly
Put that soul in my verses, I don’t even gotta try

Trap’n for N.Y., from the past to the now
Legacy in the flow, make the ancestors proud (proud)
We don’t dance for clout, we move for the sound
This is funk for the future, put your ear to the ground

Respect to Tom Browne...
And all the sound born on these blocks
We just gave it a new bounce...
Trap’n for N.Y. — forever.