Troy Ave - Restore The Feeling lyrics

I got the streets, you heard! BSB, Powder! I'm on some New York sh**, to the Max so wavy And i hustle hard like my name Maino or 80 Though i'm my moms first baby, Roc-A-Fella did raise me She said i was a Bad Boy, but now i'm more like Jay Z During Reasonable Doubt i went the independent route Now i'm the big poppa that the industry talk 'bout Coogi sweaters and all, praise God and my faith Free to GS9 i hope them n***as beat up that case I'm still gettin' mine, young and co*ky I'ma be the king ASAP, no Rocky Unless we talk about my j**ellery, the wrist and my neck on glitter Me and Block was coke boys before French Montana R.I.P. Chinx, ya boy about to bring in the bricks A city on lock, Raekwon and Ghost, Cuban my links Them is O.G.'s man i might be the youngest O.G Right after Fab, that's family, luck 'til i'm In this soil i was raised to be loyal My squad are several, my pockets don't go though Might flip the mode, put my Porche on auto It's gon' be a ruff rydin' like X, where my dawgs go This one here fo' fo', n***a even think That will be a hit, should've signed to Murder Inc Or maybe GMG, Uncle Murda what you think My whole set dip down in different color minks Jewels and the gems, shining like a motherf**er Standin' in front of the cam, lining like a motherf**er We don't Mobb Deep, but i rock with P and Hav Guess some d on the block that thing went fast Countin' up the Louch, stylin' like P Now ima MCM, hoes tryna kiss me A n***a on the run like N.O.R.E We the breaking news, CNN, BSB Records n***a And you see us out here hoopin' Free B-Loved and Bang they ain't do that shooting But i'm a gun clapper, Yayo weighing bagger With mad Bucks in the Banks, Fifty my favorite rapper I got one milli, now i'm tryna get two Put rocks on any block, watch the fiends fall through Never been caught, God bless we know we had to choose Somehow the flow is sick, so sick i just flew In from out of town, they always sayin' We don't f** with New York rappers, you the one that we playin' The South said they jackin' our slang, that sh** wack Seeing that f** 12 now every line is a trap A lame from Texas was sippin' lean tryna be Future If it wasn't for you, your city wouldn't have a future L.A. say Kendrick got God, but Troy be spittin' You tell stories like Nas when It Was Written Chicago said n***as wanna bang like us Now it's blown up, come on dawg enough is enough Who held it down when n***as was licking Westcoast dick But tryna sound like Atlanta desperate for a hit, record I'm on record saying I don't respect it I'm just splittin' image they way I record on my records You guessed it the young king hails from New York City I f** with YG cause he look and sound like his bity Migos, Gucci and Thug got that country ba** If it ain't from Chi-Raq then that drill don't count If you a swagger-jacker and your shoe fits this Ether n***as got they own f**ing sound clown don't need ya They ain't come here for that or your remix neither You don't go to the Chinese store when you want pizza They ain't come here for that or your remix neither You don't go to the Chinese store when you want pizza