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
the water
They gonna think you a lobster, nigga (gang)
Uh
I just dropped a kit, you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make
bad as hell in middle school trapping at the store
A pound of loud for the low
Ima sell it low
Lil shorty whisper in my ear (Can I take your soul?)
I'm
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
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
And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical
and I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find
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
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
back in the mood
Slammin' bud lights in the middle of the night
Everybody lookin' for a fight
But the only thing I juke is the box
Pass me the aux
Cause
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
ya and that's all, no way
I got a pocket like a headed line
Yeah, yeah, fuckin' porcupines
Stick waffle house, griddle greasy pan flip
Middle
weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY
zone to school every day
And my lil journey to the Central from Beacon
Had real fights, first time I ran from police lights
Children
Mourning my middle
hitting it from the back
See holly ball on bitches and I flex hard on niggas
Been trappin since middle school and graduated six figures
If you want me
Or fear God with your all intention no deception
That shit it couldn't more interesting
I got super duper flow the middle school communication
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