[Hook]
It’s 2AM in New York, the city lights are still shining’,
Five boroughs popping the hustle still grinding’.
From the Bronx to the Heights, from Queens to the Port,
If you've ever been here, you know — this is the sport.
I'ts 2AM in New York, dreams don’t die here,
We don’t sleep, we scheme, grind, and ride here.
Concrete stories, every block walk the walk —
It’s 2AM, baby, welcome to New York.
(Verse — “2AM in New York”)
It’s 2 a.m. in New York, and my city still jumpin’,
Dreams on the curb, but the hustle still pumpin’.
Money on the floor, loyalty mean nothin’,
Every smile feel like a setup, every handshake frontin’.
Demons in my rearview, my blessing on delay,
tryna dodge karma, still prayin’ every day.
Where whispers turn to gun smoke, and killers let they pride talk.
there's
Goons outside be cautious playing the sidewalk.
Money on my mind, I don’t really do the small talk.
VIDOTTI is the brand trap jumpin’ like a crosswalk. I'm fly / handsome and I'm ruthless,
I Came from where the dreams die young, but I’m proofless. where people get punched in the face for having loose lips. we stunning on you bird niggas
we aint with that lame shit, we tryna make a major flip I stayed real where the game shift,
Never folded once, not even when the fame hit.
Yellow cabs swervin’, shorty heels crack the pavement,
Steam from the vents, city scent — that’s the fragrance.
twistin weed up in the moonlight,
Dreams cost a grip, but the hustle keepin’ dues tight.
whole block full of tension, did I mention
Money talks loud, everybody wants attention.
you won't find me in a crowd,
looking at reflections in the puddle
ogs on the block still talking about the struggle.
hustlers are preachin’, "life all about the grind",
money, peace, and state of mind,/ can’t afford to waste no time,/ city lights ,and Dollar signs,/ pressure turned to diamonds shine. I'ma taking whatever mine.
Phones flash quick, influencers chasin’ clout,
But real ones in the hood know what the grind is about.
City don’t sleep — nah, it just keeps schemin’,
I’m wide awake, pen bleedin’, still dreamin.
[Hook]
It’s 2AM in New York, city lights still shining’,
Five boroughs popping the hustle still grinding’.
From the Bronx to the Heights, from Queens to the Port,
If you ever been here, you know — this the sport.
I'ts 2AM in New York, dreams don’t die here,
We don’t sleep, we scheme, grind, and ride here.
Concrete stories, every block walk the walk —
It’s 2AM, baby, welcome to New York.
