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What up, son

Sometimes, I tell myself,
Jackson, you gotta stop rappin'
Thank God, my name is not Jackson
Sometimes I think about my actions, Gotta remind myself,

I am not acting
I am not an actor

I've been sunning Gigs so long, I got a grandson
When he was born, he probably came out with a handgun
Conehead on, his first words was a anthem
I mean, Ante up, everybody put your hands up

Nobody move, nobody get they plans touched
This a Hobbs act plus seven for the brandish
Now and days, its the alphabet when the vans come
You a dummy, plea, if you ain't run when the vans skirt

You a dumb ass if the corner store's where you standin
Ocks told you, big brother, watchin' you through the cameras
In MDC, when they peed, they ain't stand up
No wonder why they sittin' on him out the handcuffs

You know where I'm at, you know where my man's from
I'm from Brooklyn, that's my son
I'm from Brooklyn, and that's my son
You my son because you shine like one

I was born in the city where skinny Giggas die slow
I'm goin' to Cali for Biggie, Nipsey, and Pop Smoke
Rollin' Cali up with the Ari grava and op's doe
Picture me rollin' on Molly, bumpin' Buckshot Shortie Ducked down,

Top down, feelin' good wind
Candles, the whole world is lookin'
I ain't tryin' to go back to the bookings
The sky's scrappers, is lookin' fly, New Brooklyn

It's litty, like the ball drop in my city
On the Biggie bridge, goin' back to Crooklyn
Tryin' to do the right thing, though I know I should spin
This the new me, welcome to New Brooklyn

Wish Hov a turn this into a remix
Favio, turn this into a G mix
In my hood, Mr. C is Gyvis

It's my dream, I'm fuckin' a R&B, bitch
Since Ace found the eighth in the cleaners
We kept loosin' the wave, now we the flee'est
See how my shit's spinnin' leavin' them sea sick

When we see the water, we home warriors
I came out to play, f*ck all that beef shit
If you want my addy, I'm where the p's is
Since I was Bushwick Bill height squeezin'

It's been a decade since we did a feature
But you know where I'm at and you know where my man's from
I'm from Brooklyn, and that's my son
And you my son because you shine like one

I was born in a city where skinny giggas die slow
I'm goin' to Cali for Biggie, Nipsey, and Pop Smoke
Rollin' Cali up with the Ari Grava and Op's doe
Picture me rollin' on Molly, bumpin' Buckshot Shortie, Duck Down,

Top down Feelin' good wind
Candles up, the whole world lookin
I ain't goin' back to the bookings
Skyscraper looking too fly New Brooklyn

I'm shinin' now AP is mine,
It's our time So you shinin' with me
I don't call you son cause you mine, it's cause you shine
I shine, you shine Let's light up the city

Cop a crib downtown for a couple Millie
Feds gon' have to send a chopper up to get me
But I ain't breakin' laws, I'm breakin' jaws
Of any MC who think they fuckin' with me

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