Brooklyn Shit

[Intro] Ayo New York City, dont worry I got us Troy Ave and B$B is that brand you can believe in East Coast nigga, Anti weirdo chuck shit We representing the streets (PowederRRR) Verse (Troy Ave) Rappers want features but that ain't no swap nigga Pay me motherfucker Im about my guap Im the talk of the city, New Yorks savior My little brother can buy no jordans with favors Im blowin up, Flex droppin bombs to this We ain't the same nigga you live with ya moms and shit My bitches like bags and shit, sometimes i buy the shit But I dont be mad I stuff that thing high with bricks Thats the only way the only way they carry off I just get my blow off Heavy white base, dope runnin marathon Leader of the race, keep up with my pace Look Weezy in the eye get Cash money in ya face Niggas is basic Im more complex I could hear ya rhymes, figure out what comes next Im really living mines tryna figure out what comes next That freshman cover, a major deal, jail or death [Hook] Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on This that Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on This that Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on Mercedes Benz, good watch sitting above them all How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long Verse (Troy Ave) Fuck it, tears of joy in a bucket On the road to success Im doing over a 100 Doing the shit you wanted, fuck waiting for turns Turned my safety off, engine on, went and earned Never looking for handouts, I came to stand out Represent my city, show what being a mans about Niggas dressing pretty showing you what a scams about Denims can't be skinny, a skirts are worn when a ma'ams out Miss me with the bullshit, get hit with a full clip Hand on the bible I done put niggas under pull proof, front row a mother I react you suffer, and thats a fucking fact yo Murda come get these suckas Verse (Uncle Murda) GMG, I run New York yeah i said it and im not no liar They wanna see me run into Suge and shots get fired Lemme tell you a little bit about how I growed up When if ya daddy didn't come home, he ain't gonna show up Momma told us dont worry we be okay I believed her then 2 years later she passed away Beefin in my head with God in my head like we gon see wassup Im shootin at the sky thinkin I could hit Jesus up God damn Uncle Murda shootin at Jesus now He on that project roof squeezing off that pound She like that white porsche im in, with red interior nigga Your wifey outta pocket winking at me curious nigga Im the Brooklyn Richie Porter, if you ain't know Killing a nigga close to me if he tryna play Al-Po No trust, hammas bust, thats the end of that shit Half a brick to a whole one, now I got 10 of them shits Put the order in, whatever you need I can get it I got the plug wanna shout out my Dominican nigga (Flacko) I remember when a nigga got beat uptown, they saw me ? Know what I went through to rebound You know how many robberies, had niggas laying down, face down in the ground Too many lame New York rap niggas claiming the crown They not Biggie, not no Jay, not Nas Im the closest thing you got to them guys, open ya eyes nigga Hook This that Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on This that Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on This that Brooklyn shit, this is not the known This that safety off, with the engine on Mercedes Benz, good watch sitting above them all How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long