Papoose - The Beginning lyrics

[Verse 1: Papoose] I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand Morning wood God damn Then I brush my teeth I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot Put on a fresh new fit Now I'm fly walking with a bop Grab the wop Place it on my hip, never slip I heard you talking sh** But when you answer have the same energy Don't answer if the call unknown Never Android I be on the iPhone I'm still the king of the underground Don't f** around Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown Lotta styles Before release date I get the sneakers Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra None of ya'll lames can f** with Pap Call 'em savages and tell 'em that God's back I used to ride the train with a token Now I'm in the droptop You n***as see me how I'm rolling [Chorus: Papoose] This is where New York city begins Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs Pot holes but we still ride rims Every borough got beef, we ain't got no friends Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens Doing pullups on a pole, we ain't got no gym Out of towners tell 'em come on in Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you n***as can swim [Verse 2: Papoose] That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance Operation get hot again, my favorite mission The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen Cause their entire discography just ain't convincing You mumble rappers ain't payed your dues, pay admission If you ain't got it just pay half, I pay the difference Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked n***as know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett Sneaking n***as think just because they creeps They could outsmart real n***as, f** they think I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep For coming at me sideways on a oneway street n***as think that cause they be working out that they could b**h cats You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack And I heard he be telling Man I ain't with that He work out and he snitch Guess that make him a gym rat [Chorus: Papoose] This is where New York city begins Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs Pot holes but we still ride rims Every borough got beef, we ain't got no friends Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens Doing pullups on a pole, we ain't got no gym Out of towners tell 'em come on in Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you n***as can swim