(Verse)
Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn
The beast coast with us, kes ghost when flow stutters
Like cobra, so live for I show the blocks no chauffeur
Coast to coast, the same sh**, I'm that focused
Hold up, Brooklyn they sat frontals how we roll up
f**ing numbers, tryina bless f** with no fuss
Thrown on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego, cino
Hold a b**h closer than my pesos, you lay ho
Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment
Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it
Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD
On the DV, check the KP floating
I know you beat the steeze, golden like I'm chosen
Jays leave em Z, way before the Berkeley center open
You hopin, I crash this plane, never man
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I'm in the legendary lane, hitin Janes like Tarzan
Hitting Janes like Tarzan, f** you and your men
Pick it up, where my brother left it off
Purple drunk, sour diesel be the feud for all my Brooklyn lords
Brooklyn lords, there’s no control
You n***as lame, I’m going hard
(Verse)
Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise
Flappers grow, rate the right shots as we ride there by our boys
Jaja knows, been out the majors since like snotty nose
Switching flows like a Brooklyn n***a on these folks too dope
I count my pesos, I let my brain girl
Watch out for my endo cause they tailin halos, know they hate though
It’s ‘cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock
Keep the weed round my team, so we lean in the spot
The beats ghost we better than most folks
Ain’t no hope for n***as that be guessin our brain growth, you dead smoked
Like my urban chateau blunt to the sun child
Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline
You get it? We bringing change, motherf** your game fame
I don’t need your damn approval, gotta clear my name
You n***as f**ing shooters, we the matches of this game
So take a seat n***a, and let a God teach n***a
Don't wanna pro preach with you, but one of us soul k**ers
Other than Cho runner don’t be sendin no sinners
(Verse)
No sinners, no frienemies, praying they all enemies
I grip your life, don't get to grip, just fist fight
Knuckle up, f** happen and scrapin
n***as ain't tough enough for the bus to slump
Then show a brother love, that's why you can't f** with us
Ah, I remember them hoop dreams
Thought I was the one like high king
Jump shot me, till a n***a hit a pot steam
Then a n***a drop rock like a fiend
That 2 train, till the last stop that man block
Man shots, 10 pun the way to the buck puck with a blood clot
(Verse)
10 boys, world's fair, zombies, pro era, ASAP
New York, New York, that's where it’s at, where it’s at
We the new New York, better protect your neck
When you're looking at the guard, take another step back
Cause we soarin, while n***as borin, see me tourin
A n***a been chosen to elevate most men, til we go deep
And caught my cedar, that's of course
Cause my b**h she wants a horse
But I mind just say for f** it and go cop that sh** got porsche
My mama want a crib, I tell my motherf**er called
You the razor f**in image of riddim and the corn
Your corpse is paid, so we just squeeze lemonades
Flatbush Brooklyn, where the f** I'm gonna stay?
And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the f**in millions
And blowin on the loud till a n***a touch the ceiling aha
(Outro)
That's the end of the song, and n***a know me can do no wrong
Body and tracks, division the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this sh**