Brooklyn Bullshit

Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit

That's where I was born and raised nigga

The 718 nigga

It's a genuine borough nigga

Greezy niggas man

So what I ask for a Ace on the cigarette

And the first and third I'm happy cause all the fiends get a check

So what I still go up on the roof to bone

With a bird from the Ps who give ruthless dome

So what I still chip in for a bag of weed

And if that L look skimpy I'll eat half the seeds

So what this the second day I wore these jeans

I was chillin yesterday, they don't stink, yaknahmean?

So what I get a shape up when I need a cut

I ain't woofin that bad I could use these 5 bucks

So what I get a beer on credit

From my corner store, I been goin there for years goddammit

So what I lose my re-up in dice games

And tomorrow I be schemin to find me a nice chain

So what eggs at dinner when I don't feel like cookin

It ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn

E'ry time we come around, your face turn to a frown

You see it's bout to go down (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

They won't let us in the spot, cause last time they let us rock

The party came to a stop (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Fitted over your eyes, your shirt double your size

Your belt huggin your thighs (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Lookin up and down the block with work tucked in your sock

Dodgin and weavin the cops (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken

When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different

So what we five deep in a two-door whip

We gotta get where we goin, if you fit you fit

So what I still reside in my mom's crib

Nah fuck that, I'm rhymin to get outta there kid

So what, yes I do have two baby mothers

Yes they do stay two buildings away from each other

So what, I only had one job in my life

And that Friday I got my check is the Friday I took flight

So what, I skip lines in front of the club

The niggas quiet, the bitches always like "that's fucked up"

So what my cable box in the hood is still hot

And my whole fam be silent every time they knock

So what, I spend a couple nights in the bookings

It ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn

E'ry time we come around, your face turn to a frown

You see it's bout to go down (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

They won't let us in the spot, cause last time they let us rock

The party came to a stop (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Fitted over your eyes, your shirt double your size

Your belt huggin your thighs (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Lookin up and down the block with work tucked in your sock

Dodgin and weavin the cops (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

So what, every now and then I hop out cabs

Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass

So what I cop blue of wines instead of a bottle

I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo

So what, I got my man's shirt on my back

I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back

So what, when we 20 deep I act up

Yo' best bet is be easy, don't get clapped up

So what, these ain't real rocks up in my watch

When the sun hit the face these shits still look hot

So what I rob you blind if yo' ass ain't lookin

It ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn

E'ry time we come around, your face turn to a frown

You see it's bout to go down (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

They won't let us in the spot, cause last time they let us rock

The party came to a stop (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Fitted over your eyes, your shirt double your size

Your belt huggin your thighs (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Lookin up and down the block with work tucked in your sock

Dodgin and weavin the cops (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

E'ry time we come around, your face turn to a frown

You see it's bout to go down (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

They won't let us in the spot, cause last time they let us rock

The party came to a stop (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Fitted over your eyes, your shirt double your size

Your belt huggin your thighs (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)

Lookin up and down the block with work tucked in your sock

Dodgin and weavin the cops (that's that Brooklyn bullshit)