New York Soul
Jon Bellion Lyrics


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Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling 'cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York

New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed a king, I'm just making you understand
What I rustle up in the West, 'cause my reach is Kevin Durant
Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand
Like I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is very, very advanced
I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
How very, very De Niro I can get on a snare
Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling 'cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York

Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse
She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse
Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out
The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down
Wait, see all them lines is fuck boy chat
Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
This money gon' leave you empty if you just want that
See, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that
She'll make you think that she the wife and that you found the one
But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
I'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcolm, son
Verbal trigger like you should never play around with guns
Bow down to no crown, these goobers out for the count
'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge
Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
Long Island's only smiling 'cause my soul is flying
I did everything for New York

Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you

Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
'Cause if it can stop the pain
How the fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
So you can take me off your winner's shelf
I got different vision, I'm bringing help
I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew
But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I need a family that loves me right
Don't need a chain, don't need a club at night
I had a conversation with an angel
She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
Dropped off in the land where the artists play
Where God's way is the hardest way




Told myself I'm keeping my faith
If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away

Overall Meaning

The song New York Soul Pt. ii by Jon Bellion depicts his love for New York City and how much he owes to it. The song starts with Bellion asking to be buried in Brooklyn if he dies. It is followed by him putting emphasis on Long Island, which, according to him, is smiling because his soul is flying. As the song progresses, Bellion talks about his move from Brooklyn to Malibu but how he still feels connected to his roots. He mentions how people think he’s somehow trying to copy Jay-Z, Bruno Mars, and J. Cole, all of whom he’s worked with in his career. Bellion wants people to understand that he’s not trying to reinvent the wheel but is here to make music and change lives. As the song reaches the end, Bellion says that money isn’t everything, and he is ready to give up his reputation for what he believes in.


This song holds deep meaning to Jon Bellion, who was born and raised in Long Island and later moved to Brooklyn to pursue his music career. Through the lyrics, he thanks New York City for the opportunities it gave him and the inspiration it provided. The lyrics showcase his love for his hometown and his journey to become the artist he is today.


Line by Line Meaning

Bring me down in Brooklyn if I lose my life
If I die, let it be in Brooklyn


Push me down the Hudson and turn on the radio
If I die, throw me in the river and turn on some music


Long Island's only smiling 'cause my soul is flying
My soul is happy, so even the people in Long Island can feel it


I did everything for New York
I did everything I did in my career for New York


New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I may be in California, but I carry Brooklyn with me


I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
I'm in Malibu with a girl from the Bronx, while someone else is in love with her


Kyrie needed a king, I'm just making you understand
Kyrie Irving needed LeBron James, I just want you to understand my point


What I rustle up in the West, 'cause my reach is Kevin Durant
I can do anything in the West, because I have the same abilities as Kevin Durant


Records are very pop with a pocket deeper than sand
My records are very popular and make me a lot of money


A juxtaposition, Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, Steely Dan
My music is a contrast of different styles such as Sam Cooke, Billy Joel, and Steely Dan


Changing the fucking spectrum, I need you to understand
I am changing the music landscape, and I want you to realize it


Like I took the fall for some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
I have been through a lot, but now I am being recognized for it at the Grammys


Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
I have the knowledge and plan to succeed


So the minute you hear my single, just know that it's in my plan
My success is part of my strategy


Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I can appeal to different demographics, like Jay-Z, Bruno Mars, and Sam Smith


I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
I am successful and on the move, like Taylor Swift


This game, boy, is very, very advanced
The music industry is very competitive and requires skill


I'm very, very New York, be very, very aware
I have a strong connection to New York, and you should be aware of that


How very, very De Niro I can get on a snare
I can get very serious and intense, like Robert De Niro


Letting go of your throat, I can sing the hook if you scared
I can take control if you're hesitant or scared to sing the hook


Meet me in the red dress when the stakes side, that's porterhouse
Meet me when things are looking good, like a porterhouse steak


She's 5 foot 9 in a Rolls Royce, that's Slaughterhouse
She looks impressive in her Rolls Royce


Benny Hahn, Hahn's and a tall boy, we ordered out
We ordered food from a restaurant called Benny Hahn's in tall glasses


The hell you need a chaser when all this liquor is watered down
Why bother with a chaser when the alcohol is already weak?


Don't be so impressed by all that fuck boy rap
Don't be fooled by superficial and shallow rap music


See, my joy lies in the son and you should jump on that
My happiness comes from my faith, and you should follow that too


But she just looking for some powder, not the talcum one
She's looking for drugs, not baby powder


I'm not judging, here in the middle like I'm Malcolm, son
I'm not judging, I'm just here in the middle like Malcolm X


Bow down to no crown, these goobers out for the count
I don't bow down to anyone, and my competition is already defeated


'Cause the Sour Diesel was loud, I was pounding face in the lounge
I was enjoying myself with loud weed in the lounge


Sober dope, moving proud, like allowance found in the crowd
I'm proud of my success, like finding money in a crowd


With a thousand counting me out, but I'm here and killing the crowd now, blow
Despite being underestimated, I'm here and killing it now


Let me give the kids just a little help
Let me give some advice to the young people


Tell 'em money is not the key to wealth
Money won't necessarily make you happy or successful


'Cause if it can stop the pain
Money won't necessarily solve all your problems


How the fuck did you explain the bunch of millionaires that killed themselves?
If money is the solution, why did wealthy people kill themselves?


So you can take me off your winner's shelf
Don't hold me up as a role model


I got different vision, I'm bringing help
I have my own unique perspective, and I want to help people


I know the demons in the room gon' say it's more that I can chew
I know people will doubt me and say I'm taking on too much


But now all I hear is the dinner bell
I am confident and ready to take on my challenges


I need a family that loves me right
I need a loving and supportive family


Don't need a chain, don't need a club at night
I don't need material possessions to be happy


She told me I'd cheat death if I stayed away from the party life
An angel told me I'll live longer if I stay away from partying


Dropped off in the land where the artists play
I'm in a place where artists thrive


Where God's way is the hardest way
Even though it's hard, I'm following God's way


Told myself I'm keeping my faith
I've committed to keeping my faith


If it costs me my reputation, then take it, I'll give it all away
If being true to myself means losing my reputation, I'll do it anyway




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARK CARL STOLINKSKI WILLIAMS, JONATHAN DAVID BELLION, ALEX BENJAMIN, MYLON HAYDE

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