[Verse 1: AK]
Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn
The Beast Coast with us, catch ghost when flow stutters
Like cobras, soul lift, I strode the block no chauffeur
Coast to coast the same shit, I'm that focused
Hold up, Brooklyn they say fronto that's how we roll up
Fuck you dumbos tryna blunt smoke with no funds
Throw on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego
She know, hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho
Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment
Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it
Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD
On the DV, check the KD floating
I know you peep the steez, golden like I'm chosen
Js leave 'em Z way before the Barclay center open
You hoping, I crash this plane, never man
I'm in the legendary lane, hitting Jane like Tarzan
[Verse 2: Issa Dash]
Pick it up where my brother left it off
Purple drunk, sour diesel be the fuel for all my Brooklyn lords
(Brooklyn lords, theres no control, you niggas lame, I'm going hard)
Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin' noise
Flatbush grown, raised around shottas, we Rastafari Boys
Jah Jah knows, been out the matrix since like a snotty nose
Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga only supposed to though
I count my pesos, I let my brain grow
Watch out for my angels, cuz they stealin' my halo, know they hate though
It's cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock
Keep the weed 'round my team, so we lean in the spot
The Beast Coast, we better than most folks
And no hope for niggas that be testing our brain growth, you get smoked
Like my urban chateau, run to be the sun child
Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline
You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your gain fame
I don't need your damn approval, gotta claim my name
You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game
So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga
Don't wanna pro preach with you, but watch out for soul killers
Elevate your mind, and don't listen to no sinners
Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn
The Beast Coast with us, catch ghost when flow stutters
Like cobras, soul lift, I strode the block no chauffeur
Coast to coast the same shit, I'm that focused
Hold up, Brooklyn they say fronto that's how we roll up
Fuck you dumbos tryna blunt smoke with no funds
Throw on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego
She know, hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho
Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment
Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it
Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD
On the DV, check the KD floating
I know you peep the steez, golden like I'm chosen
Js leave 'em Z way before the Barclay center open
You hoping, I crash this plane, never man
I'm in the legendary lane, hitting Jane like Tarzan
[Verse 2: Issa Dash]
Pick it up where my brother left it off
Purple drunk, sour diesel be the fuel for all my Brooklyn lords
(Brooklyn lords, theres no control, you niggas lame, I'm going hard)
Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin' noise
Flatbush grown, raised around shottas, we Rastafari Boys
Jah Jah knows, been out the matrix since like a snotty nose
Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga only supposed to though
I count my pesos, I let my brain grow
Watch out for my angels, cuz they stealin' my halo, know they hate though
It's cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock
Keep the weed 'round my team, so we lean in the spot
The Beast Coast, we better than most folks
And no hope for niggas that be testing our brain growth, you get smoked
Like my urban chateau, run to be the sun child
Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline
You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your gain fame
I don't need your damn approval, gotta claim my name
You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game
So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga
Don't wanna pro preach with you, but watch out for soul killers
Elevate your mind, and don't listen to no sinners
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