J DaVon Harris - Allah Born lyrics

[Verse 1: J DaVon Harris] Round table discussion me and my brethren Not a square in my circle and no yes man We all scheming for a millie though Azure, Flying Spur, GT Bentley flow I hope she understand that I gota go Cuz I gota be a man with alot of dough Got a lil' bit trying get a lot mo' Used to make a dollar stretch In and out the corner sto' Used to make a half stretch bring a couple hundred back Zips that I got from Hampton had em all running back Bagging zones Stash that Fraction in my backpack Jansport stinking A Jefferson and a Lincoln That heavy code that I'm speaking Drop gems like a drunk j**eler Ruby red in the Franck Mueller Gucci bucket Bally loafers New Rick Ruler Who you knew flow like mine but still a new schooler [Hook: J DaVon Harris] Taking pictures I hope they catchin my good side (x2) Raised in The Sewer Allah Born how G's ride Five Percent Gods and Gangstas since I knee high [Verse 2: J DaVon Harris] Round table discussion me and my brethren Not a square in my circle and no yes man We all live by the code god I'm on my way to success I'll send a post card Show you how to this son Cause brothers never really came up where I'm from Cap district You can get your cap twisted Body laid dead in the street or somebody missing Gota' illustrate the ills for y'all to listen Where people never stand on the stand and bear witness But you would better understand if you was ever there to witness Bearing the fruits of my labor around my neck This immaculate you EuroAmerik Lifestyle legend you ain't' got the merit Triumph tatted on my arm so i always get to wear it Turn my sh** up loud when you listen to get the message [Hook: J DaVon Harris] [Final Verse: J DaVon Harris] Do it for Clinton ave Do it for First Street do it for Judson Lex ave and Hudson Kinda' wish I was a kid again Up and down Livingston Gone from the city awhile but still put on for it I done made a whole lot of noise you can't ignore it Hate to sound sacrilegious but I feel like I'm anointed Tell tales of the struggle of lifestyles that's dormant Where hustlers get extorted The frail they get exploited Wasn't good at algebra but I learned supreme mathematics Where few go to college Way more go to caskets Not ashamed of my birthplace, because I embody it Barbershops still got the CDs and them karate flicks' Young gods hustle and pitch, try to get a whip Air freshener on the visor and sh** Turn your system up loud and go and on front the strip