Buda & Grandz - Resumé lyrics

[Intro: Haddy Racks] Yeah! Take it back to that real New York sh** ...block you from n***a? What hood you rep n***a? Huh? Start doing background checks on these n***as... Check it... [Chorus] Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang What hood you rep homie, what set you claim? Who them n***as you was running round with? What block you got money on? What n***as you was out of town with? Respect my gang What hood you rep n***a? What set you claim? Who them n***as you was running round with? What block you got money on? What n***as you was out of town with? [Verse 1: Dave East] Grimy a** New Yorker They said light skin n***as is in, I couldn't be darker Radiator not even workin' slept in my parka My room freezing, that was more reason to be a monster First I had the pills then I started bagging Reggie up Couldn't get my hands on no coke, n***as was broke but momma, I wasn't beggin her Spanish Harlem seen n***as rise until they had to fall I had to ball hit the campus pitchin' Adderall My shell toes was scuffed I tried to keep them clean Never needed n***as for status ain't have to keep a team I went to Baltimore posted by the corner store Narcs with the Maryland plates - f**'em we born to ball Even in Queens I had the 2 for 15s Fought a charge, cameras caught me on the roof wit a phene Pissin in cups, probation duckin' the Fed case Four Xannies in me, in pictures I got the dead face [Chorus] Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang What hood you rep homie, what set you claim? Who them n***as you was running round with? What block you got money on? What n***as you was out of town with? Respect my gang What hood you rep n***a, what set you claim? Who them n***as you was running round with? What block you got money on? What n***as you was out of town with? [Verse 2: Haddy Racks] Racks! I been getting dough on the block I been a hustler since a teen, I might of got dough wit ya pops Them old heads pointing at the gawd like "son is smooth" Young n***a fronting on them broads in summer school Still i never made it to jail I could weigh it by eye, I sold work that never made it to scales And I use to play the building, wild n***as in some weird places Posted in the lobby wit the pump under the staircases Waiting for a n***a to front we was hustling on a hell block I use to stash the work all in the mailbox I went to school with holes in my clothes I never had heat in my crib n***a, the water in my toilet bowl froze They said I was too young to be out there moving that raw sh** We was on some poor sh**, my momma couldn't afford sh** That's why I kept the hammer on my waist on a block full of gorillas Strip look like the Planet of the Apes [Chorus] Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang What hood you rep homie, what set you claim? Who them n***as you was running round with? What block you got money on? What n***as you was out of town with? Respect my gang n***a what set you claim?