Brooklyn Love

I just made a G today
Kids still walking to school, I need a brake
Its 8:15 in NY, Somebody no eats in Bed Stuy
Pull out that milk carton for Geda K
Why don't you fusion with Living Proof
Like Goku and Vegeta, Gogeta wait
And we'll call em la vida loca, it's coca
Con bacon soda, this that BB gaining on them
Broke my heart what I did to papo
What more can I say, I'm Benny Blanco
I buried Carlos, everybody's Pachango
Ever since, they bodied my elmano
I be 3.N.I, til I die yo
Bout to hit em with that Bacalao flow
Woodhull or the Ponce funeral home
The grave yard or the hospital
Shouts to Pichong and Mete Mano
Gagito, Jeffree, Venom all of my Bro's
Pana, that's the realest King that I know
Just us in O'Boy like this the IPhone
Oye, we gone run the whole estado
Started from the bottom of the Juvenile home
From Sing Sing to Washington, where me and Squeeze started it
Ortiz ain't wanna perform with them
Turned Hard White when I wen't to Crossroads
Ya the Bone Thugs and this is the Crossroad
Ya Eternal was '99, when Hip Hop said goodbye NY
Somebody don't eats by the Stuy
Since the arcade can't forget the Bar Code
Was the last time, that you had a Bar Code
Just seen Live the first Blood in NY
In that white on white, the moral is don't be colored blind
R.I.P to Mat, yea Cuzo was my Loc
We ain't loose one to me Gigga we lost both
You get black balled by every label across the globe
Here's a 8 ball, hit me back, ta'to
If you do respond
I got a big eigth from the bottom of the jar
Ya arm to short for the Gomar Oz Dubar
This ain't the back of Envy and we not back in '01
Just dropped the V tape from the bottom of my Heart
I will walk up Flushing and park you in the park
Where Hov us to sling by the garbage from the narcs
You got a anger problem, let up with throwen punches
No matter how many punches, the budgets they won't cut it
Told Jimmy bout those who enabled this whole dum shit
The reason why label scouters they won't come get
A young MC from the projects we grow up in
Just being from NYC we crowded by Cold Crushes
All these basement studio's surround us with no plug-ins
I'm droppen tapes off my cony on no buttons
Possesion of firearm or controlled substance
I been going in for a decade with no publishing
I'm going in, Look what you did to me baby
I love the beat I talk to it with my eyes close
And it talk back I Biz Mar that Serato
Would boom pap on em, pull a gat on em
But ya hood is super filled with Roscoe
Ain't talking Man-down out or in the cop clothes
I'm talking Alpo half a bar shout outs to Poe
All these young boys, think they in Chicago
Til they like Bobby, in the pins with Pato's
Quad 4 upper, same jail so I know
That's PC, I'm in 16 I'm not low
I was raised in here, Institutionalized so
I ain't off point I'm ready to shoot a Op to
Since they killed Davis I'm ready to get shot too
What happened to the respect amongst the shooters, It's pride doe
It's the B.E. double N. Y wave
I'ma say it again they won't forget my name
I'm H. A. R. D wee-pa ey
I been doing it so long that with them I play
They been M.I.A since M.I.A
Shout out to the boy Rizz and Red Cafe
I'm about to pop out the zip lock chain
On these nickle bag dealers with Timberland stains
Too much Rezi no loud on Schenk
I been fucking with Pap, since the Law Library
As far as Loso what can I say
Hold it down we in the Barclay
This that 1 point 5 and um
Coming to ya hood, make it hot like July
dropped it in the winter cause it was the Summertime
If I don't go Diamond, I'll go Platinum when I die
I been me, I stay me, more less
You a Hudson, white up'ies with the Yellow checks
You looked up to Bleek, I was fucking with L.O.X
I dropped more than the whole Borough so Represent