Ain't Seeing Me

Yo, yo, Brooklyn, it's the game, right
Okay, from day one, I was patient for the camera
Daddy was around, still waiting on Santa
I had to get it on my own

Breaking off Bamas with a plug in DC
We was caking off hammers
The Law find us looking, they won't find us
Code silence, OG, we all grinders

What you need, I'll break it down for small timers
I done put niggas on, but they forgot Alzheimer's
They all liars, focused on the cheddar
See all kings die, but the legacy's forever

This Beretta, it's tucked under leather
Had peer pressure, I sold crack
But never cracked under pressure, yeah
Brooklyn, I put the trap on the record

Can't make this up, you see the Mack on the dresser
Feds, tap lines, hoes, they trying to figure out
Saying names, damn, they might as well just give them out
Got bigger mouths, they worry about the past

You could be the first to go if you ain't worried about your last
I could meet you anywhere, I got 30 on the gas
Get money, rep the streets, I ain't worried about a flag
Tell me where to walk it

Y'all motherfuckers be the only shit I don't mind losing
I ain't for the talking
I don't do it often, so you tell her where your nigga moving
And y'all ain't seeing me

No, not now, not never, not future, not present
No way, all that other shit is okay, it's okay
Now I came up from the bottom
I saw my father putting lumps on my mama

I'm from a city where my people had no justice, no nada
They never told us that we could be a court justice, a scholar
A lawyer that's sitting four years off a couple of dollars
Why? Cause they don't wanna let a spick in

Unless he talking about the shit that he been pitching
Yeah, the whole culture want us gone
You don't see that you a pawn cause you focused on being kingpins
We playing chess, all these bitches ain't saying yes

Even when they mean to know cause they validating through flesh
All my people in the bookings, they ain't arraigning them yet
He just did a bit of dirt for the sake of him staying fresh
Why? We all are living with demons

Shit, I got sisters and nieces that I ain't seen for insignificant reasons
And now my homie just OD'd cause he was sniffing his relief in his nostrils
I don't judge him, I just wish he ain't leave us
This shit is loco, we ain't selling records, we selling coco

With a po-po, it's cruising six-seven, it's staying loco
They try to get the action on camera like it's a GoPro
But I ain't slowing down, it's a no-no
I'm saying

Y'all ain't seeing me
No, not now, not never, not future, not present, no way
All I know that shit is okay, it's okay



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Writer(s): Emilio Rojas, Cortez
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