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(Verse) Repping Brooklyn forever, like the Barclay center Forget writing it if it ain’t something they can remember I snap back, relax on track, They got holes in they flows like penal caps How real is that? The streets ain’t no place to be As time goes on, they watch your progress and plot patiently They got some nerve, it’s better to get out before the word on the road of fame Kicking traffic cone to the curb Get on the stage and we be cockier than Dilon I’m tryina be important like pillons Navigation, better be easy Or it might get hard, Make the wrong turn end up on Foothill Boulevard RIP to the king, oh no to popo The good ones is rare like I pull your locos In the big apple, I kick more facts than Snapple caps Ride beats, you couldn’t see the feet with the gravel rap Back to the topic, east coast knocking Pluggin the microphone, I kick and knock them out the sockets My OG tendencies got me overseas Now I oversee the negativity, all I sight is keys, Never stoppin killin records until the job is done Rappers think they fly, guess I’m area 51 Rude boy mental, with the proper talk Letras de cancionesStro got flavor, you can aks New York You outdated, speak greatness, gold plated Please, be focused on cheese, not what radio saying Slip up to say my name, I’ma let that slide Response for me is like backside, very rare Tell me where, can I find somebody on my lyrical level Do it big on the spiritual level The bigger the bezel, the bigger the gimmick We in it to win it and won’t stop till our diner was finished And we all faultless, awful (Hook x2) Heads up, one time, if you down to catchin wreck With the stupid fresh rhymes Everybody and they mom tryina get in effect But for the brothers on the grind, respect, respect From Letras Mania