Sunset Kota the Friend & Statik Selektah

[Intro]
Statik Selektah
Yo
Let's go
This sound like Brooklyn
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
This remind me of summertime in a Ford
'99 tournaments, niggas floodin' the court
Sun beatin' heavy, a Chevy pull up and sit by the hydrant
Rosarie and a visor, rims burning the tires
I'm running up the block, numbers in the sock
House key on the shoelace, dappin' up the ock
Really down Myrtle Ave, got a small circle that
Wouldn't hesitate to take your money and then hurt you back
Drug dealers and OGs
Sipped my first forty '06, I was fourteen
Made it past the gang-bangers, hoes, and thе dope fiends
Even whеn I'm shinin', I be keepin' it low-key
'Cause shit, I could've been that, got a lot of homies that did trap
And been trapped, been in the system
And I ain't talkin' bout bookings, I'm talkin' animal lessons
Like fuck a lesson, this your life, nigga, these your rights, nigga
Miranda