[Chorus]

I was born for this, time to kill this shit

I do it for my city, man I'm talking Brooklyn bisssh

I do it for my city man I hope you feel my shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this

If you feelin' this, if you feelin' this

These other rappers talk a lot but they ain't saying shit

They ain't saying shit, they ain't saying shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this

[Verse 1: Emcee Squared]

I'm on my Kanye, let me talk my shit

I ain't go to school for music, I want to master it

Niggas too weak they looking like a fortnight

They like to throw shade, but me I like to shed light

All I did was keep it real like I'm supposed to

If you live your truth these niggas can't expose you

You know I'm nice on the beat I got the pro tools

I am Ludacris on the beat, watch me act a fool

I'm bringing food to the table by any means

My wallet out of shape, boy I need all my greens

I'm a breath of fresh air, no Listerine

I don't have much but you know I gotta keep it clean

I'm wanna live my best life, I'm trying to live right

A clear conscious cause I wanna sleep well at night

Karma is bitch, I am not surprised

It's gonna catch up with your ass, all it takes is time

[Chorus]

I was born for this, time to kill this shit

I do it for my city, man I'm talking Brooklyn bisssh

I do it for my city man I hope you feel my shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this

If you feelin' this, if you feelin' this

These other rappers talk a lot but they ain't saying shit

They ain't saying shit, they ain't saying shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this

[Verse 2: Emcee Squared]

Fuck the fame, I just want the star bucks

They wanna see me lose, they rather see me handcuffed

Or probably shot up just cause I had my arms up

It's tough being a black in America

They don't understand our struggle and they scared of us

But I'm a keep doing me, I don't give a fuck

I left some people in the past now they history

I was trying to fly they held me back like gravity

Like crabs in a barrel, misery loves company

I'm all about my business please stay the fuck away from me

I switch the style up something like a Swiss blade

I was broke for too long time to get paid

I did this shit by myself, I am self made

I am bringing change to the game, these niggas sound the same

Light the torch up, time to go and get it

I'm killing everything I touch, call the medics

[Chorus]

I was born for this, time to kill this shit

I do it for my city, man I'm talking Brooklyn bisssh

I do it for my city man I hope you feel my shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this

If you feelin' this, if you feelin' this

These other rappers talk a lot but they ain't saying shit

They ain't saying shit, they ain't saying shit

Throw your hands in the air if you feelin' this