[Intro: AZ]
Yeah, some Firm shit, you know what I mean?
For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world
Ain't nothin' changed yet, shit's still real
[Refrain: AZ]
Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash
While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
[Verse 1: AZ]
You know the routine; fast cars, rings, get a crew scene
We true fiends, old-school style, that's how we do things
Born and destined, hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off once the heat rise
Detour, poverty zone, police war
Grown through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, Quiet Storm, play the back burner
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hold weight, used to rock kicks with no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
We can zone all day long on the speaker phone
600, nine-five North, stay blunted
Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed
Yeah, some Firm shit, you know what I mean?
For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world
Ain't nothin' changed yet, shit's still real
[Refrain: AZ]
Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash
While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
[Verse 1: AZ]
You know the routine; fast cars, rings, get a crew scene
We true fiends, old-school style, that's how we do things
Born and destined, hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off once the heat rise
Detour, poverty zone, police war
Grown through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, Quiet Storm, play the back burner
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hold weight, used to rock kicks with no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
We can zone all day long on the speaker phone
600, nine-five North, stay blunted
Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed
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