[Intro: Tayskini] Ain't nothing but some Northeast sh** going on Kobe year, black mamba sh**, a**a**in n***a Murder, who gone check me Not a soul, line em' up We got em' line em' up [Verse 1: Yung Nilo] My b**h call my phone she be trippin' I'm prolly off the d** So I don't listen I be off the lean no prescription n***as hate cause they not in my position I do this for my n***as in the system My dog ain't coming home But I miss him My b**h prolly yellow Lisa Simpson Can't be faithful I was raised by this pimpin I be getting head from hoes they kissing They judge me but they don't know nothing about me It's time to take another trip to Cali We came from smoking dope Up in the alley & now we out here cheifing in the valley I still ain't signed a deal But I got options & you know cuzzo just went pro with boxing I know my time is coming Got a feeling Trying to check my bank account & see some millions You can see it in my eyes I'm on a mission Or maybe baby that's that tunnel vision I tell lil bro Tramell that n***a one day He going to make it to the league & Play on Sunday Charged me for some sh** I never heard of But I don't know a thing except omerta 90's baby me & Bryce would watch the Sandlot & he been with me ever since the sandbox [Outro: Bryce] Yea, northeast sh**, sandbox sh** From baby bottles to Henny bottles You hear me