Verse One
We smoke New Ports and wear hoodies w/shorts
Cause we from New York...what the f** you thought???
Mother f** the real thing...the bootleg's been bought
G-Code...Slang of the street Never completely thought
Just
Inherit...
Real G's Bang w/Merit
No Card involved when the Bodega give me Credit
Beef is that Real n***a sh**...
We dead it...
Before it escalate...
I seen too many friends meet the Heaven's Gate...
We rap about when we might see a better date...
Cause it seems only the poverty rate elevates...
Yet...
There's better stereo system's in Escalades
Than the one's in a living rooms and cellar place
Rent is sky high, impossible to sell a place
Bowlegged, sh** that helps you remember Daze
How came from out the ghetto to the Everglades
And stand strong like my symbol that never fades
f** a Ice grill...I don't make a temper face
My eyes are calm as f** while you see my weapon raise...
Shout to all the single moms in Section 8...
Who can't afford to give their hungry kids a second plate...
Shout outs 2 those in Riker's that's benchin weight...
And do the time cause they know not to mention names..
Shout outs 2 white boys & they effin skates...
Who grind the rail, and kick flip olly's end up straight
Verse Two
It's the big apple, but we turn the sh** to apple sauce
Pushing every day, grinding thru life is the cost
Why in order to be found...u gotta be lost
Life throws for a spin
But a spin is really tossed
Dead bodies are chalked and made into an outline
For some, that's the only time their mark is found to find
Life is a mountain to climb...a book without a bind
Pages scatter till it don't matter, but not mine
We life anonymous, polygamous, monotonous
The big apple...right...sometimes we even rot in this
We bake slice of the apple to make lots of chips
And we consider having money more than a pot to piss
Terrible an*logy,But that's the actuality
We work because we owe, so debt's a product of our salary
Family ties together like Michael J Fox and Malory's
Compare your wins to losses, cause we have both automatically
It's hard to gain composure and maintain what's on your shoulders
They see your face, everyday, but no one really knows ya
It's hard to find closure amongst all these promoters
I'd rather be on the humble than be known for over exposure