Ban3 - East coast origins lyrics

[Verse 1: A.V] Yo rap drop the beat Kicking back bout to listen to a vinyl Spitting out scriptures like I f**in wrote the bible Your girl on my snap and I make her go viral 5-2 record like I'm Kobe in the finals White sand beaches East coast legends You the type of person that my crew don't mess with A.V on the beat that's what they call me At least your girl did the time she saw me Money the only thing a n***a was taught And a future a** n***a the only thing that I'm not A&H New York is the only clothes that I rock And my followers be picking up the things that I drop I'm so fricken handsome That's my f**in anthem Rapping like I damn near almost caught a f**ing tantrum Worked so f**in hard so this sh** is going platinum Not gone stop this hustle until I'm driven in a phantom [Verse 2: rapmessiah] It's the rapmessiah in the cut Spit like a bullet coming for your gut So you better duck or have your body dug Cuz in New York You can't be soft When I come up big I'll be chilling in my SoHo loft Dreaming of billions like I'm Billy from Microsoft Millions matter when they master my mentality In a New York State of gravity get used to brutality, duality, s**uality and inhumanity And reference me as the messiah, your holy majesty Stay low key till ya blow up like Cole on friday night Lights shine bright so move in the shadows If you can't take it go upstate and live in the hollows Street corners filled with rats and shattered patron bottles Baddest chicks on earth we the home of the fashion models Straight from Queens the melting pot of cultures If I come up the fakes will flock at me like vultures They will see me as prey so they don't have to pray for tomorrow But I cut em off quick cuz they treated me like sh** make em feel turbulent sorrow I got more game than shuttles, they can see it in my worth Was raised on hip hop I've been bumping Nas since birth So when I act like I'm the sh**, just know I ain't tryna boast Cuz all this sh**, originated on the east coast Messiah, Ban3 Lets get it [Verse 3: Ban3] It's Ban3 I was born in the east end BK home of the greats is where we feastin We wasn't sh** but now my n***as eatin When it comes to the money I go crazy Tommy Egan East NY to Bedstuy is where we at Catch me on the corner with the fitted Yankee hat Wearing my timbos with the baggy clothes Chilling on the ave with my Cypress Hills bros n***as start frontin what the f** you doing? I'll posterize a n***a like I'm the king Knick Ewing Going clutch mode call me OBJ I only need one hand for you the catch the fade I'll beat you with the belt without the parkway Hitting 95 so stay out of my lane Just another youngin tryna do my own thing Game lost it's rep with all this bullsh** beefing Time to bring it back like my name Liam Neeson Raised in the hood so you know I'm still chiefing I'm always awake so you never catch me sleepin Keep the peace of mind like I'm the street Gandhi I always move in silence so these n***as can't find me And I'm off this NY one love