brooklyn bodega
kota the friend
where you at? where you been?
in the school getting high
on the roof by the bridge
all the time. from the fort to the suy
where i'm from. barber shop
lot of people caught up in the fame though
doubted you and look how far you came though
and now they bitter cus i stay gone
everybody love me when i came home
bronto leaf inside the blunt
buildings smelling like a skunk
posted at habana with my niggas every day
autumn in my city feeling like i'm on a vaca
lil niggas riding down atlantic yelling treyway
youngin get yo' money give a fuck about what they say
seen my nigga nelson he was coming out the crown fried
lately all i got is down time
i ain't tryna argue with no woman that's a dub hoe
where my stable minded shawties hiding cus i love those
only want it if it's real
wasn't shooting in the gym but you noticing the stats
pour some liquor for my friends
who ain't here with me today
so our story never change
i'm just doing what i feel
never caught up in the game
money grow i stay the same