[Verse 1]

Well it was one of those days

When I was out the way (Waze), these GPS ways got me back around the way

Call the home team up, what's up, what's all the rave?

From back home Harlem where I was born and I was raised

My new shit 'bout to drop

My wiz had my diddy bop, won't get me through the spot

Bend the corner, spin the block, you with the shits or not?

You better spot before you career's in an apocalypse

My auntie used to rock to this

I got to get some good food, music I can use it

DJ on the loop, juke box or acoustic

I don't do idle time that's for losers I don't lose it

So you don't gotta ask me what we doin'

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Get to it!

As we proceed, to give you what you need

'17 motherfuckers

It's not a dream motherfuckers

[Verse 2]

Did you hear though?

I poured some liquor for the homies who ain't here though

Cause all a brother ever wanted was a fair go

I always had it I just had to let the fear go

And therefore

Thanks for lettin' Lux rock

Sway, Tony Touch spot

Grew up on a drug block, poppin' where the trunks pop

School of hard knocks, crack rock, jump shot

Soul Train line, electric slide, bus stop, what's not to know

Ghetto stories of the daily drama

Uh ha, he wore the whip and then he played the corner

Uh ha, he want the Beamer he might trade the Honda

Uh ha, a mama baby got a baby mama

Uh ha, been his man decorated honors

Uh ha, sleepin' with his wifey maid of honor

Uh ha, be the good shepherd and a gardener

Da da, still squeeze on ya Eric Gardner

Aaah, RIP to all the martyrs

Uh ha, you know I love my mother and my father

Uh ha, fly fellas, fly ladies are you here?

Real hair bitch

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