Lyrics:
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
let you know that I'm not gonna quit
Unless my tracks get discovered by that kid
And then they decide that all my songs are lit, yeah
Brothas never get
gangsta)
Rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
You only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
Niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
[DRAKE:]
It's Southern Smoke Boy !
Ho, Yeah, Uh huh
It's Trey Songz and uh, D-R-A-K-K-E
Ahahaha, the boy of summer are here man
Ayo Track, I got
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
Escape on a galactic space caper
To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
Forever present is
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Keep pushin' we fell, bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Chipity frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil' nigglet, what
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
attack,
So what if I fell off the tracks.
Your master plan,
Don't understand,
I'd rather live on your wasteland.
Another waste,
Another day,
It
Light up a spliff, ay
Covid's ruining people's lives, fuck that shit
Light up a spliff, ay take a bong rip
Smoke everyday that's the only way to get by
I
the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared shit from neck up
Before they got to lit the tec up
[Kool G Rap]
It was a setup my nigga got hit they blew
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still
women
Wife wonder how you diss your fam and disgrace your children
Dudes is wired like that, it's still an all-case buildin'
Drats, double-tracks
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo)
unpredictable live shit)
Statik Selektah (do or die shit)
(Yeah, we more aware, right?)
(Do any unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit)
(The U in Wu-Tang is
I'll pull the iron out
Watch me clap back, you crash like nasdaq
You Rollin four flats trapped in the fast track
Let's cut to brass tax ya soul
(with the click, yea)
We bout to go in, yea
Live from the Ville get lit, yea (get lit)
Yea, you know what it is, yea (uh)
Come through roll with
by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it
Its been so long
Where have u been
Im on a throne
Diamonds glistening
Please come back
Are u listening
The past 4 years have been lit
Im almost
or that sling, the yea or the tracks
but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
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