Louis Hampton - 93 lyrics

(Intro) Yo I got a story for yall About a young cat from do or die Bedstuy He found rhyming as his closure And that caused him exposure Made it to big things Brooklyn crook that made it in the books And not as a statistic Made a dream realistic So here it goes Young Hov (heny) Friend or foe Doubt was reasonable Jay was fissible, dropped in my lifetime Now I sip this white wine Been 25 years in the game Never been changed, still spittin flames, get brain From a thick dame, These new n***as can't f**s with us I stay the roc captain, so they f**s with me Diamonds are Forever Kanye, f**ed sh** up Then he dropped out of college, and he f**s with me but Reasonable Doubts linger And I'm still relevant, Sticking sh** like a bee stinger I'm not a youngin individual 40 somethin Call me Hovey Hov but don't say I'm Frontin Beyonce hollered at me in that early Two thou Jigga man, pimpin big, wit that Caddy two thou Black republican sitting low and maui in the beach chairs I'll be k**in verses, sittin pretty with them white hairs (Interlude) Born out of the dark nights, in Crown Heights Left to the Long Islands in an early life The poetics age, Queens bridge projects Better believe in the art of the prophet King of the practice and Stillmatic Give it up, Nasty (Louis) Yo I sip the Don P Watching Gandhi till I'm charged I'm on a pound of the sedative, it's sending me off, into the Whole where the rabbits at Brooklyn the habitat Where bullets take a nose dive like an acrobat (Repeat) Pardon my two dimensions Never my main intentions n***a strive for attention Attentive to the act of crooks intentions No need to mention, all the empty burbs Duce traes and birds Talking, big game, with the 40 Glocks Molly and tokin herbs My n***a what's the word The youth is broken By Tumblr n***as and Insta pictures I guess I'm the chosen one, the closest to the mental focus Focused up on how golden these frozen moments is hopeless I'm opening this f**ing mental to any busta that Sosa sends Hopin you notice this Moses is going ferocious I'm fully loaded, and openin, poppin like mollys with college b**hes I'm Stillmatic, remain Illmatic till I'm gone Queens Bridge, God's Son, Word Is Bond, Nas The Don