[Verse 1]

Repping Brooklyn forever like the barclays center

Forget writing it if it ain't something they can remember

I snap back, relax on tracks

They got holes in their flows like panel caps

How real is that?

The streets ain't no place to be

As time goes on they watch you progress and plot patiently

They got some nerve

It's better to get out before the word

On the road of fame kick a traffic cone to the curb

Get on the stage and we be cockier than Dylan

I'm trying to be important like pylons

Navigating better be easy, or it might get hard

Make the wrong turn, end up on Foothill Boulevard

R.I.P. to the king, oh no to po-po's

The good ones is rare like El Pollo Loco's

In the big apple, I kick more facts than Snapple caps

Rock beats, you couldn't see the feet with them gravel rap

Back to the topic, East Coast knocking

Plug in the microphone, I kick it, knock 'em out their sockets

My OG tendencies got me overseas

Now I oversee the negativity, all I sight is cheese

Never stopping killing records untill the job is done

Rappers think they fly, guess I'm Area 51

Rude boy mental with the proper talk

'Stro got flavor, you could ask New York

You outdated, spit greatness, gold plated

Pleace, we focused on cheese, not what radio saying

Slip up and say my name, I'mma let that slide

Response from me is like backsides

Very rare, tell me where

Can find someone on my lyrical level?

Doing it big on a spiritual level

The bigger the bezzle, the bigger the gimmick

We in it to win it, it won't stop untill our dinner is finished

And we all full, its aweful

[Hook]

Heads up one time if you down to catch wreck

With the stupid fresh rhymes, everybody and their moms try to get in effect

But to the brothers on their grind, respect, respect