Repping brooklyn forever, like the barklay center
Forget writing it if it ain’t something they can remember
I snap back, relax on track,
They got holes in they flows like penal caps
How real is that?
The streets ain’t no place to be
As time goes on, they watch your progress
And plot patiently
They got some nerve, it’s best to take it out
Before the word on the road of fiend
Kicking traffic cone to the curb
Get on the stage and we be co*kier than dilon
I’m tryina be important like pillons
Navigation, better be easy
Or I might get hard, make the wrong turn
End up on foothill boulevard
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Rip to the king, old note to popo
The good ones is rare like I pull your locos
In a big apple, I kick more facts than snaple caps
Ride beats, you couldn’t see the feet with the gravel rap
Back to the topic, east coast knocking
Pluggin the microphone, I kick and knock them out the sockets
My og tendencies got me overseas
Now I oversee the negativity
All I sight is keys, never stoppin k**in records
Until the job is done
Rappers think they fly, guess I’m area 51
Rude boy mental, with the proper talk
Astro got flavor, you can ask new york
You outdated, speak greatness, gold plated
Please, be focused on cheese, not what radio saying
Slip up to say my name
I’ma let that slide
Response for me is like backside, for every real
Tell me where, can I find somebody on my lyrical level
Do it big on the spiritual level
The bigger the bezel, the bigger the gimmick
We in it to win it and won’t stop till our diner was finished
And we all faultless, awful
Heads up, one time, if you down to catchin wreck
With this stupid fresh rhymes
Everybody and they mom tryina get in effect
But for the brothers on the grind, respect, respect
Heads up, one time, if you down to catchin wreck
With this stupid fresh rhymes
Everybody and they mom tryina get in effect
But for the brothers on the grind, respect, respect.