I'm from the hardest part of Brooklyn that ain't been gentrified
where it's regular to have a pistol on your side
Speaking out of line will only be a homicide
My metaphors are war
lyrical genocide
Ain't putting shit aside
Nigga i been that guy
King of the harmonizing
I trained them all surprising
Now you rap singer huh?
Trap singer huh?
say hello to your father
I'm proud of you son's
now i gotta take it back to essence
NY shit
Put the crown where my head is
Brownsville GENIUS
Aim the scope where your head is
Red dot
You drop
All with the rest of them
Hook
You could say what you say -
you could play how you wanna play -
(but none of the phasing me) -
you can hate you can hate -
I don't care what the critics say -
( but none of that's phasing me) -
so just sway with -
don't play with it -
move your body round and get that bread to it -
sway with it -
don't play with it -
move your body round and get that bread to it -