[Verse 1: J Cole]. New York times. Come listen to these New York rhymes. A southern nigga with a New York mind. In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings. Getting to the money of sins by any means. As I watch it all pan out try not to stand out. Fish out of water yet an official reporter. Up here life is a bitch I blow a kiss at her daughter. In a city where niggas will leave you shit outta order. So yeah you heard the news disturbing news. Shot a brother in the head thank the lord he ain't dead. Was in a coma for months. eyes ain't opened them once. My nigga visibally stressed in a mess. he's smoking his blunt. What could I say I can't relate to that. All I do is pray for that. This the city god told me "Go and make it" at. I got a date with destiny I'm running late for that. Grab a paper hey kid you gotta pay for that. [Hook: 50 Cent & J Cole]. The New York Times. The New York Times. (Extra extra read all about it). They say you can win anywhere if you can win here. And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here. Hustle hard yeah it really ain't a game mane. Same places different faces on the train mane. New York New York. [Verse 2: J Cole]. Hop on the F train took the express train. Skip that local shit my vocal sick. That's how success came. Once kings now we pawns in this chess game. Wall street got black slave blood stains. Which means we built this city. And never got scraps while the devil got fat. In fact reparation for niggas in desperation. Fuck money get my kid a real education. Blood money spills had a real revelation. Southside make you realize there's still segregation. Don't wanna preach I'm just thinking out loud. Sometimes I wanna save the world. and I be thinking bout how. My motive to lead my niggas to paradise. Imagine the world free from pain. And we no longer scared at night. Far from the crime the blind leading the blind. We don'1t make it primetime till we dyin'. [Hook]. The New York Times. The New York Times. (Extra extra read all about it). They say you can win anywhere if you can win here. And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here. Hustle hard yeah it really ain't a game mane. Same places different faces on the train mane. New York New York. [Verse 3: Bas]. How I go from selling reefa and plates. Till eating steaks with Cole and playing FIFA with Drake. Should've been in the States property of the Jakes. Now I'm plotting on profits and properties on the lake. Let me properly immigrate you to it. Show you how the heads of states and gangsters do it. Them niggas talk a lot of shit but they ain't been through it. I done been up in everything cars you never seen. City's you never heard of from the streets. where they murder. Police observe us till they reach the verdict. Kill 'em all fucking kill 'em all. If you can't send 'em till the pen send 'em to the morgue. Send 'em to the Lord fuck it send his broad. Hundred shots through the dark. but they never hit my heart nigga. Bitch nigga take a pause. Hundred shots through the dark. you can never hit my heart. [Hook]. The New York Times. The New York Times. (Extra extra read all about it). They say you can win anywhere if you can win here. And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here. Hustle hard yeah it really ain't a game mane. Same places different faces on the train mane. New York New York