So Brooklyn

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Rah Righteous

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Uh huh uh huh
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant, the Righteous one
Still on that Brooklyn bullshit
This real life too
This ain’t for the ‘Gram at all
I’m so Brooklyn for real, you heard
Ay, I’m so Bed Stuy, 120 Chauncey where I came from
Apartment 1A bitch I been A1
If niggas come through and spray summ’
Best believe them witnesses gon’ play dumb, ain’t gon’ say nunn’
Shout the homie A-Run, that’s my day one
He make noise banging them sticks, but he don’t play drums
The name is Righteous but I ain’t no saint
I don’t even listen to Kanye son
Yo, Labor Day come, parade lit on the Parkway
Basketball season, it’s floor seats at the Barclays
I was just a bright kid raised in a dark place
Now my name good from Broadway to Park Place
So if you ever try to book me, you foolish
‘Cause two things I never been, pussy and stupid
If you either one of those in Brooklyn, you useless
We had Empire locked before Cookie and Lucious
And if you came through to skate with your niggas
Had to be ready for wreck, couldn’t skate on your niggas
‘Cause at any given time, y’all could be shaking with niggas
Don’t be shaking in your boots, get it shaking my nigga
And it’s still GridLock in the place
Milly rock nah the 9 milli’ rock in your face
Glock on my waist, you rock with the jakes
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and milly rock at your wake
Yo, they gentrifying every hood, crowding my borough
Tryna push the day ones outta my borough
But frauds still not allowed in my borough
So aside from snitch9 I’m still proud of my borough
Soon as you touch the town, you feel Big’s vibe
This Big Stuy, and we still mad that Big died
Them guns stay cocked like Big’s eyes
So spreading love ain’t the Brooklyn way, that was a big lie
I did a lot here, I took shots here
I sent shots here, I called shots here
I had a lot of opps here but it was not fair
Them niggas got scared, even the cops scared
This Brooklyn, the life different, the walk different
We big dogs, the bite different, the bark different
That’s word to mommy, dead ass, we talk different
(Word to mommy though, for real though, we do talk different)
Yea, don’t I sound like I’m from the town
Niggas come from outta town, we gotta dumb it down
Show me respect when you come around
And refer to me as sir ‘cause you niggas is a bunch of clowns
Listen I done served fiends in Queens
Hit licks in Manhattan, did college in Staten
Slid the BX in the GS, been pushing the V
And everything I earned came back to Brooklyn with me
And it’s still GridLock in the place
Milly rock nah the 9 milli’ rock in your face
Glock on my waist, you rock with the jakes
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and milly rock at your wake, nigga
I’m so Brooklyn, I left and came back
When they claimed I couldn’t, why would they say that
I got sprayed at then got low, let’s state facts
Even when I ain’t trap, I got cheese and ain’t rat
I’m tryna get on and give back to my hood
Got my hood on my back, can’t turn my back on my hood
Heard em say I can’t come back to my hood
But I heard that shit while I was back in my hood
I’m so Brooklyn, I was raised on the Mash Out Posse
I’m so Brooklyn, I’m cool with all the ocks and papis
I’m so Brooklyn, my queens are still Kimmy and Foxy
I’m so Brooklyn, I’m screaming free Rowdy and Bobby
I’m so Brooklyn, I’m talking Halsey to the Garvey
I’m so Brooklyn, I’m talking Marcy to Canarsie
Fort Greene, FlatBushwick, Red Hook to the ‘Ville
I ain’t do this for the ‘Gram, I’m so Brooklyn for real
And it’s still GridLock in the place
Milly rock nah the 9 milli’ rock in your face
Glock on my waist, you rock with the jakes
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and milly rock at your wake
I’m that Brooklyn
I’m that Brooklyn
I’m so Brooklyn
I’m so Brooklyn
I’m too Brooklyn

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