Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn

The beast coast with us, kes ghost when flow spitters

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

Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise

Flappers 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 Beast Coast 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

No sinners, no frienemies, spray 'em, they all enemies

I grip your life, don't get the 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 Hakeem

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

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 done raise a fucking deamon child 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 milli

And blowin on the loud till a nigga touch the ceiling aha

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