Lyrics:
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
The buses and trains are choirs
Sings nice like Mariah
I'm fire, I'm real no costume
Cause of that Brooklyn gospel, that Brooklyn Gospel
I'm fire I'm real no
as can be
I must agree
The melody
The melody
They call it Dean's Song
Looks like I'm gon' have to explain this thing
You don't dig this scene
I'm
as can be
I must agree
The melody
The melody
They call it Dean's Song
Looks like I'm gon' have to explain this thing
You don't dig this scene
I'm
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
What's up Brax? You takin' fashion chances -
With that fuzzy lip wig and your grandpa's glasses?
Hey, welcome to Brooklyn- Good to have you around
sir"
Then she serves me coffee, tea, or seltzer
And each night when I retire, the Mormon Tabernacle choir sings
"Blumberg, bye bye"
I was in
Choir] He Will Die !
[Twin Spirit N. 32]
Genius Listen...
I Might Have
Found A Way To Escape From Here
Take A Look At The Console
It Is Like A Teleport
We
those sleigh bells ringing
And the Tabernacle Choir singing
I wonder what Santa's bringing
Bringing for you my dear
Oh it's been a long, long year
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
tabernacle, churches
Yeah (Hit-Boy)
Look, I can't even chill I get active, overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
Shit be impossible 'til it happens,
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
us, we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
Look inside the eyes of the last
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
There !
[Main Choir]
Look Over There ! The Entrance Should...
Look Over There ! The Entrance Should...
[Twin Spirit N. 32 & Genius & Main Choir]
Yeah !
adrenaline
This president so inconsiderate
This country was founded by immigrants
I know the plug, no middle man
I ball Like Mike, you Bittleman
I call, she
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
us, we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
Look inside the eyes of the last
a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud
It's gonna rain but I don't give
I'm not keeping that
Brooklyn! Brooklyn!
Cousin! Cousin!
I'm finna find a way to way away
Don't wait for nothin'
Don't wait for nothin'
Ain't shit
Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart
That only a few people knew, ta start
It all took place when our concert tour was booked
and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you
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