Torae - The Hand Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Torae] Stir up the pot cooking Leaving the block shookin' I'm the reason all the bad broads and the cops lookin' You got the drop, jooks 'em Call us and not hook 'em Take your sh**, scrape your b**h Leave and just shout "Brooklyn" n***a, we outchea Raised in the projects, to not care The pigs come knockin', he not here Learn that it's not fair Vivid, but not clear Never had nothin', bag somethin' and not share Mastered unruly Facts of life, truly Learn with no Blan no Tootie Just air and one toolie Ain't near but one-two me Microphone check, or one-two me I need a young Whitney run to me Young Britney come through me Oops, I did it again The '80s just a kid with a pen In present day, just a nig in the Benz Who got snaps on the petro Kicks still the same, they just retro Let's go {beat switch} [Verse 2: Skyzoo] My first time inside a bra was out in Southside Jamaica, Queens Following the p**n was my outline to make a scene First 48, couple days I grew a name She told her friends the way I stepped in it They start to call me elephant My delivery heavensent, like Biggie blew his breath in it Glock 30 lyrically, I drop murder wizardry My block murder literally One way or another, [either] blues or clues I peruse in better shoes Nowadays you'd be surprised how much clappin' in the air will getchya This sh** is a thirst trap like a Tahiry picture Learnin' j**els over Ronny Jordan loops Pops read the final call, Glock set behind the wall And my number never changed Just the motherf**ers callin' it My jumper never changed Just the spots where I could water it I'm around the corner, back block And right in front the store with it You seein' orange glows, or whatever color my aura is Rick James b**hes, my b**h frame vicious The only thing meaner is how I kick game switches A pack of Now and Laters in the tent, range dippin' Parked in front of Popeye's, livin' The simple life of Skyler, huh