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