[Intro: Ed Summerlin sample]

Brownsville

The Brownsville section of Brooklyn, USA has been a tough neighborhood for as long as most New Yorkers can remember

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[Verse 1]

Cold game like cocaine, I'll freeze ya

I rode trains, the pros came, it's leisure

Was crazy poor, now I'm trynna get mad rich

With a good girl, you couldn't tell cause she's a bad bitch

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[Verse 2]

Record a track, brought it back, shame the vultures

Future bright, you should like how I came from hopeless

A ill place, milk crates, mangy sofas

All gloom, small room, no range of motion

I black when I rap, that's displayed devotion

My medicine's better than it's ever been; change your potion

Rhymes sprewed, get brewed through pain and motion

They sense the glory in my story, dames gropin'

Dove in vicious, road to riches, our lane is open

Dowsers try, no cloud in the sky, but our reign's approachin'

The style's wild current, can't tame the ocean

Magician this scripture, flame on paper, no pages smokin'

Feel this realness, I ain't on stage just boastin'

Hammers sashay, the last day, gauge I'm totin'

With me, minds get free, cages broken

Seasoned vet, you should accept the sage has spoken

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[Verse 3]

Before I ever cooked a fish, I was scale chef

I ground down a pound to the tail flesh

Strong back niggas bring it to your frail chest

My block course is life: pass, fail: death

The blind don't feel me like it's no braille left

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Now I give doses of this ferocious hypnosis

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P90 protestant

Unlock box of shots stocked in the ottoman

Rob niggas, large figures with the polished tint

Point guard, starve hard, I was impoverished then

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Now I drop calm bombs, watch us lob it in

The metal artisan with the darker skin

Set the table, fix us a plate, pour us a glass

Definite seconds before them years force us to fast

Living off rough streets scarred me

Now it's hard to be godly if I ain't eatin' hardy

Them hunger pangs had me in the street blowing things

Looking more like paupers, not the son of kings

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That one in the chamber

That one, that one, that one

That one in the chamber

That one in the chamber

That one, that one, that one

That one in the chamber