[Verse 1]

My Rhyme Scheme Olajuwon Hakeem

Versatile I spit a style they gotta point 5ds

Mark 2s at the Crew with the home brew tees

That say EKOET I'm from Brooklyn Rest in peace to Steez

I continue, Intelligence laced inside the riddle

Like syrup in a McGriddle on a mickey D's menu

For sweet compete police ride in continentals

Or unmarked vans tryna off the man with the dark hands

More chalk on black floors then school blackboard

Hash brought to school rebels blaze em in Bathroom stalls

The monkey on his shoulder look gorilla size

He never realize he busy getting high

Them killers get the drop on em then he finna die

They could see the set em up with his chinky eyes

Believing lies was his first mistake

Chasing thighs was the second Use the weakness as a weapon

Them demons step in Eagles can't detect em

Better bring your desert eagle or your smith n Wesson

Close before you left a ghost

I rep the coast of Big L biggie and Nasir

The style rare Brothers Jack it but Im Montclair

Yeah

[Hook]

My Rhyme scheme Olajuwon Hakeem (So What That Mean) x3

Hands up While I go off on 3, EKOET

[Verse 2]

My Rhyme scheme Olajuwon hakeem

Got a rocket in my jeans filled with ink that bleeds

On standard size loose leaves but her eyes intrigued

On something else below my belt that’ll melt Ice Cream

I'm not that type of brother I'm a fighter not a lover for my freedom

You don’t see me dodging undercovers in my region

Better find another brother dumb enough to treat you

I got a wife who nice to me who never been deceitful

Keep it equal but I call her brown sugar

I make her change her clothes when she look like hooker

I hate to go shopping I'm The Shopping cart pusher

Cuz she love to look around and I be gone when she look up (huh)

I'm so Brooklyn so I say whats up son

Anywhere so you know where I'm from

I keep it Cere the real know what I'm about son

The fake creaming out How come? C’mon (HAHA)