feat. Joell Ortiz & Joey Bada$$
[Hook:Ma**pike Miles]
(Statik) If they want it they can come and get me
(Statik) Swear I love my city, I just wanna live
(Statik) See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready fo’ me
(Statik) B verse everybody
[Verse 1:Termanology]
An eiff of a dollar verse, every once of this Freddy
Come, I stand in the streets all along with this heavy gun on my belly
So I rep for the hood so hard, I swear they need a statue of me
N’ I be for these murder ma** streets and holy matrimony
[Verse 2:Reks]
Mess is capital versus any who showed the Bost’ to get decapitated
By f*ggot vaded why most of y’all made it
Labeled the greatest, rated the wolf alone and upper echelon
King underground wearing the crown
[Verse 3:Ea$y Money]
Easy, true to this music, you new n*ggas clueless
We sticking to the same script, we just new and improve it
Show off, do it for real, I do it to do it
My crew full of shooters, they chew with the roogas
Shoot em into you’z
[Verse 4:JFK]
A title man, Tommy with that title me
Claim you’re the champ but can’t set a screen
Warming around of the drum and the bomb
And the vroom and the martyr
The fire the burn the bugger the lighter
The time of your life
Yeah, we k** em everyday
[Hook]
[Verse 5:Sm*ke Bulga]
Cause in my city I’m a dime and ya jelly
I’m Makaveli, I’m riding in a Chevy
Witha dezy loaded with bullets from my brotha belly
The bombs went off at the marathon
But the city’s all Zack’s, big papi
That’s for everybody
[Verse 6:Chilla Jones]
I stark a n*gga’s gla** jaws, wish you mazel tov
I keep the fire b*ttled up like a Molotov
I got it, Sharp! These n*ggas remind me of New Years Eve
Times Square, how they dropped a bomb
[Verse 7:Dutch Rebelle]
Been around the greezy types, f*ck a busta n*gga tryna moisturize my paint
Cause this sh*t be like a lusting n*gga by a tons of gheisha buns
Greased up in the gutter, go harder, the songs of Fathers
Like Sparta, my own armada
[Verse 8:MillyZ]
This life time f*ck me up like Aaliah movie
Selling fishscales, swimming in a sea of groupies
Local rapper mad, that’s cause he a groupie
‘Bout to rape the rap game, I don’t need a groupie
[Hook]
[Verse 9:Slaine]
Anything is possible and every thought is like a loaded weapon
Every emotion is a bullet spitting with no direction
Sip from the chalice, gold in my nurse, a throat infection
Fist full of malice, holding the knowledge
My row is destined to slippery slope
Open door to the cold deception
Used to s**ip me of hope, now I know the lesson
Black gloves, black mask, go and get the sh*tty
It’s me and you, but now it’s us against everybody
[Verse 10:Sammy Adams]
In the city, they never love you unless you’re paying your dues
I could finish my thank you letters and these I.O.U.s
From broke vans to buses, precautions that leaves concussions
It’s bosses, boy, I don’t need an introduction
Sammy
[Verse 11:Esoteric]
Some will stand, some will kneel, some will snip or cross
Stumble field, looking for that dr*g and trouble funky field
Now work the deal, in terms of weapon now my work is still
ES to all my fictional cats, give you something real
[Verse 12:Edo G]
If you settle, it’s the berries, sons
Say yo Hail Marry – Done!
We on the heavy run, it’s Boston verses Everyone
Other cities don’t deserve the respect
Industry musta padderd yo check
Boston, Lawtown, Edo G and Statik sing that
[Hook]