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(Verse) Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn The beast coast with us, kes ghost when flow stutters Like cobra, so live for I show the blocks no chauffeur Coast to coast, the same shit, I'm that focused Hold up, Brooklyn they sat frontals how we roll up Fucking numbers, tryina bless fuck with no fuss Thrown on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego, cino Hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD On the DV, check the KP floating I know you beat the steeze, golden like I'm chosen Jays leave em Z, way before the Berkeley center open You hopin, I crash this plane, never man I'm in the legendary lane, hitin Janes like Tarzan Hitting Janes like Tarzan, fuck you and your men Pick it up, where my brother left it off Purple drunk, sour diesel be the feud for all my Brooklyn lords Brooklyn lords, there’s no control You niggas lame, I’m going hard (Verse) Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise Letras de cancionesFlappers grow, rate the right shots as we ride there by our boys Jaja knows, been out the majors since like snotty nose Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga on these folks too dope I count my pesos, I let my brain girl Watch out for my endo cause they tailin halos, know they hate though It’s ‘cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock Keep the weed round my team, so we lean in the spot The beats ghost we better than most folks Ain’t no hope for niggas that be guessin our brain growth, you dead smoked Like my urban chateau blunt to the sun child Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your game fame I don’t need your damn approval, gotta clear my name You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga Don't wanna pro preach with you, but one of us soul killers Other than Cho runner don’t be sendin no sinners (Verse) No sinners, no frienemies, praying they all enemies I grip your life, don't get to grip, just fist fight Knuckle up, fuck happen and scrapin Niggas ain't tough enough for the bus to slump Then show a brother love, that's why you can't fuck with us Ah, I remember them hoop dreams Thought I was the one like high king Jump shot me, till a nigga hit a pot steam Then a nigga drop rock like a fiend That 2 train, till the last stop that man block Man shots, 10 pun the way to the buck puck with a blood clot (Verse) 10 boys, world's fair, zombies, pro era, ASAP New York, New York, that's where it’s at, where it’s at We the new New York, better protect your neck When you're looking at the guard, take another step back Cause we soarin, while niggas borin, see me tourin A nigga been chosen to elevate most men, til we go deep And caught my cedar, that's of course Cause my bitch she wants a horse But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit got porsche My mama want a crib, I tell my motherfucker called You the razor fuckin image of riddim and the corn Your corpse is paid, so we just squeeze lemonades Flatbush Brooklyn, where the fuck I'm gonna stay? And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the fuckin millions And blowin on the loud till a nigga touch the ceiling aha (Outro) That's the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong Body and tracks, division the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this shit From Letras Mania