Brownsville, Anistar, I for you.
Brooklyn, I rap for every block
I ever lived on Hull Street,
Lafayette, Decatur Street.
It's called Life Lesson of 45,
aim for the head, chest fortified.
Sons look for revenge, out of stress,
Gotta do it here, can't afford to try.
Thought the gutter ended in a veil,
it's a live nigga water ride.
Slow and steady, win the race,
step aside, let the tortoise by.
It's the 100 man street value,
Instinct, nothing planned
Been through shit you could
I'm reppin' the lifeless,
Look run out , I'm steppin' in
Checkin' for secondary devices
Livin' the real world, fuck
Get love from a real girl
Raised my sister amongst the slime
In the crime, now she a ill pearl
You never seen nothin' like me
I'm for those who get it all nightly
You need a boost of strength,
I told the toast, the drama's always close
Filling the ways, killer praise,
From the core to most, raw,
Yeah, I'm from the bottom,
In the gutter, some ride, some chill
Word to the mother, some lie, some steal
Some get popped, some die, some heal
But that's the gutter where condom chill
Back down, most brolic, dude
Try to move, hit him in the face
Never again taste solid food
Wanna prove down my codes
Like ghosts while it's true
I run with a crook or two
Look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo
F*** that queen I'll show you what
Heat up Cricket and Vinnie Johnson,
It's like a mini -competition
Bundles, bundles, bundles,
That's why with my gun I'm browsin'
On the hottest strip to see who I gotta hit
I listen to my id, respect my ego
If I need counsel, bounce through,
The first on Earth with the same thirst
you lose if they step beneath you
might elect to mesquite you
From where the bees greet you,
the blast from the heat teach you
Get one lesson, fail, oh well,
Pat his jeans, one magazine,
In the gutter, some ride, some chill
Word to the mother, some lie, some steal
Some get popped, some die, some heal
Some even bust shots, some lie, some kill
Me and fatherless barber the same body
We called him son, lost scholastic
Selling chips from the rock Jurassic
For heavy glory, marked territory,
Thought our young committee
One fears being unprepared,
If you dare come and get me,
cause I'm ready when it's urgent
Too much grace to tremble,