Lyrics
I'm from Hempstead
Where niggas shoulda been dead
Or nice jump shots instead
I'm well fed getting bread
We was taught ride sleds down coke mountains
Bud fountains
Always knew i would amount to something
With this rap, first and foremost flipping onions
Moving packs
Add to that I'm a legend here
No fear
Put in work wit my bredrens there
Missionary back shots
Crack rocks on the back blocks
Had the Ewing's and the flat tops
Starter jackets wreaking havoc
Mama told me i could have it
So that's been a force of habit
Niggas died tragic
I'm simply tryna make this magic happen and get it crackin
Action
Is what I'm bout
I'm from where niggas run in ya house
Hit your spouse
Dodging bullets on some cat and mouse
For real
Yo what's the deal
What's the deal homie
They act like they don't really know me
SmooVth
We out