Uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah (Static Selektah)
Back on the set like I never left
I’m takin’ steps to be the best ’til they lay me to rest
VVS upon my chest, it got them devious
Ain’t no tints on my two-door, I want them see it’s us
‘Cause if I paid enough, them f#ckers better see me comin’
I used to drive my mama bucket, ridin’ ’round frontin’
On Snyder Avenue, buildin’ number thirty-four-hunnid
I gave this sh#t my all or nothin’, now my bank bussin’
I’m livin’ plush’, new crib cost a milli’ plus
Six figures on every art piece that’s hangin’ up
You little n#gg#s still spendin’ on the obvious
And if you think I’m flexin’ now, just wait ’til I re-up
And just to sum it up, we shinin’ all year long
When I was comin’ up, they tried to tell me that was wrong
I had to run it up, and now I’m right where I belong
If all my n#gg#s dead and gone, I gotta carry on
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I pray the Lord have mercy on a n#gg# soul
We reminiscin’, reminiscin’ like it’s all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
‘Cause I be takin’ risk every time that I hit the door
I pray the Lord have mercy on a n#gg# soul
We reminiscin’, reminiscin’ like it’s all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
‘Cause I be takin’ risk every time that I hit the door
Yo
Tryna get my thoughts together
I say a prayer every day, hopin’ it all get better
I know that nothin’ really last forever
Like the past, the future don’t exist, I know it’s foul
But never focused on the present, know my presence is a gift
Just so happen to be good at rappin’, that would be my niche
I was only like six when my cousin Richie Rich
And since then I was never known to leave a microphone alone
Often took the long way home just to get thoughts off my dome
Mama blowin’ up my phone, leave her message at the tone
I was gettin’ in my zone, at times I felt so alone
Like how it feel to know that you the best and nobody know
Every punchline a chin check and a body blow
With all disrespect, you n#gg#s still ain’t f#ckin’ with me though
And never was
Every time they thought they had me down, I just leveled up
They all thought
I’m from Brooklyn, I rep Brooklyn all day
They killed Biggie
Y’all n#gg#s is killin’ us and you f#ckin’—
This world is about money, money revolve around money
Just know that I’m from Brooklyn
I pray the Lord have mercy on a n#gg# soul
We reminiscin’, reminiscin’ like it’s all we know
Take hollow tips and extra clips everywhere we go
‘Cause I be takin’ risk every time that I hit the door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you liked that?
Hey m#th*rf#ck*rs
We talkin’ New York, Brooklyn, m#th*rf#ck*r
Joey’s the illest m#th*rf#ck*r doin’ this rap sh#t
You digg?
And go and buy this m#th*rf#ck*r sh#t right now
And tell your grandpa to get it too, m#th*rf#ck*rs
I want an album m#th*rf#ck*r
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