Staten Kidz
And I ain't stopping til I'm top five dead of alive
Far as benefits I
See awards like Fugees reunions, I'm expecting a prize
Separating myself from anyone you got me equal to
Making album cuts like this will sever the ties
Ty's on the rise, you niggas should get some help
It's been a while since there was real shit niggas felt
I'm killing them all for delf
No co-d nobody else
Work ethic on seven series
I got the drive in myself, nigga
You know about them fucking Staten kids they smashing
Fuck all the small talk
This ain't the mob wives side
Welcome to the North Shore
I got this shit in a bag, all these new pups on a tight leash
Don't be the next one to get dog walked
We dealing with all sorts of conflictions
Racism and crooked systems
Emotions are altered through spring water and mom's prescription
Semi auto vision from the musicians
Inspire kids to deal with more extensions than cell phone service assistance
Our dreams are like our fathers with visits, broken promise
Our mothers working jobs or the government is providing
Bodega's, liquor stores, mini malls surround our projects
Goals went as far as the five block radius we reside in
So Imma take it where nobody in the borough took it
New age Mr. Gains I'm in a different world cooking
Say dog
Claim you spit hot fire
No way dog
You way off
Y'all niggas is Dylon, this a cake walk
You know about them fucking Staten kids they smashing
Hundred thousand just for to talk shit
Branding everything I'm an enterprise walking
Rappers far behind cuz they ain't on it how I'm on it
CMA cargo to New York I'm important
Any moment Rone' can roast em
I got beyond nice nigga this is wholesome
Full house with the Olsens
You so soft and you comparing your bars to a monster that goes hard
Is like matching Grover with a Golem
Free smoke for anybody that you may heard of
And all they gotta do is just mention my name further
And I'll display murder
Clean house quicker than a mother on ACS expecting to meet her care worker
Life gave me lemons I'm making this lemonade
I put in work when shit don't go my way
Not everybody that goes under pressure come out shining
No your worth cuz even rough diamonds get a praise
Far as benefits I
See awards like Fugees reunions, I'm expecting a prize
Separating myself from anyone you got me equal to
Making album cuts like this will sever the ties
Ty's on the rise, you niggas should get some help
It's been a while since there was real shit niggas felt
I'm killing them all for delf
No co-d nobody else
Work ethic on seven series
I got the drive in myself, nigga
You know about them fucking Staten kids they smashing
Fuck all the small talk
This ain't the mob wives side
Welcome to the North Shore
I got this shit in a bag, all these new pups on a tight leash
Don't be the next one to get dog walked
We dealing with all sorts of conflictions
Racism and crooked systems
Emotions are altered through spring water and mom's prescription
Semi auto vision from the musicians
Inspire kids to deal with more extensions than cell phone service assistance
Our dreams are like our fathers with visits, broken promise
Our mothers working jobs or the government is providing
Bodega's, liquor stores, mini malls surround our projects
Goals went as far as the five block radius we reside in
So Imma take it where nobody in the borough took it
New age Mr. Gains I'm in a different world cooking
Say dog
Claim you spit hot fire
No way dog
You way off
Y'all niggas is Dylon, this a cake walk
You know about them fucking Staten kids they smashing
Hundred thousand just for to talk shit
Branding everything I'm an enterprise walking
Rappers far behind cuz they ain't on it how I'm on it
CMA cargo to New York I'm important
Any moment Rone' can roast em
I got beyond nice nigga this is wholesome
Full house with the Olsens
You so soft and you comparing your bars to a monster that goes hard
Is like matching Grover with a Golem
Free smoke for anybody that you may heard of
And all they gotta do is just mention my name further
And I'll display murder
Clean house quicker than a mother on ACS expecting to meet her care worker
Life gave me lemons I'm making this lemonade
I put in work when shit don't go my way
Not everybody that goes under pressure come out shining
No your worth cuz even rough diamonds get a praise
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Writer(s): Tyrone Briggs
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