Lyrics:
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip-hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr.
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge, my elementary
School of hip hop, 1979
Clemons told me, "Don't take no shit from no one"
Now I'm on my way to middle school and I forgot my ruler
He was arguin' with a junkie, two shots in
to 8th grade
Middle School, my eyes were getting a lil destructive
And in school, stopped paying attention getting less productive
I was going through some
Looking at me for what
Because you show no nipples
Because you go to hickory ridge elementary school
I went to weddington hills
Unlike you
Yo body
in the middle that makes a trunk go, eh eh
But it ain't bout that,
It's about gettin' what you gettin' and givin' on back (yeah)
Big Fellas (six
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle
trying to school sheep
Towards the right idea {*c'ya* - 5X}
This basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami
Plantation shut this
impossible things
And you can too, this what my content will bring
In the middle of middle school, I was gone, at 14
Now I'm looking for that high and hip-hop
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle
seen them
Imagine bein' on first name
Basis with the kingpin
You middle mannin' and I'm touchin'
The hands of the growers
From Texas to Tijuana,
rhymes like dr suess
Snapple pop I got the juice
Middle school niggas played the flute
High school nigga hit the track
Ain't go to college I'm chasing
the ridges of the poison
Brave enough to listen to the critics and with noises
Depression nearly took away the vision
So I can not pretend like I could never
he did this
He's awesome because threw a ball at her face
The teacher got mad at the little girl
But she got mad at us too
I hate middle school
Wake
And always had me a fly ass bitch
I don't play around with niggas that be actin real fake
Even in middle school I was counting that cake
Throwback eddie jones
of been more subtle
When polluting paradise gene puddle)
Yeah huddles make us look like cool peeps
And I'm trying to school sheep
Towards the right idea
the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class
If you speak to me, show a little class
Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit
think I'm the king by the look of it
The way I school em rappers, it's evident you stupid bitch
Sure divine with the thoughts and the words combined
remember back in middle school
A nigga used to pray for Jimmy Choo's
I was just another nigga breaking rules
These days when I’m out, they paying dues
But
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