My Brooklyn Rose (Halsey St.)

Hey, hey, hey
It's emotional gangsta
Too bad I feels for you and I gots to thank ya
For everything that you've done
And everything I've become
Yeah, yeah
Huh, Kill Moe

You met my pops in junior high, the Brooklyn sky
I often wonder why you strive in immortal size
But surviving ain't aside, need a friendship to confide
And I'm conscious of the pride when he made you his pride
I often wonder why you never had no kids uh
But that ain't my business I'm just glad to have you here
In need of a hand I'll be glad to help you near
In stars I'ma reach to the heaven
Oh my God, it's a key to the reverend
I love the way you support
I love the way you escort me to the finer things in life
The things that made me happy in life
Some people could never think twice about what's real and what kills
But I'm just happy you deal with, with whatever you feel with
And I know the love and it seals it
Just dial my number once you get to Halsey Street
And you know yeah my loves to keep
It's your God-son the power without one

A Brooklyn rose the concrete grew in its awe
Issa Issa brown stone and the steps got to move in its law
Up in Harlem, the uptown got to boogie down (Oh na na)
Canarsie what I see around me, what I see around me
She's my Brooklyn rose (Na na)
A Brooklyn rose the concrete grew in its awe
Issa Issa brown stone and the steps got to move in its law
Up in Harlem, the uptown got to boogie down (Oh na na)
Canarsie what I see around me, what I see around me
She's my Brooklyn rose (Na na)

Refunds for the dues I see
Say no to the new Nikes
Ain't no soul for a dude like me
In the sunshine I cry no lie
Refunds for the dues I see
Say no to the new Nikes
Ain't no soul for a dude like me
In the sunshine I cry no lie

Ego's, slipping dipping
I got the blues I'm cripping
Huh, I got the blues I'm cripping
What up gangsta
Ego's, slipping dipping
I got the blues I'm cripping
Huh, I got the blues I'm cripping
What up gangsta



Credits
Writer(s): Maleek Thompson
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