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My name on the market your name off the payroll
Yeah
Full of grace, niggas come in and shoot up the place and make it pull up your face
The deck that gon' pull out the age, from the jungles of the empire state
When it ain't no escape, I'm the one they, and that's life
Every day, from the place that I settle and stay, should it stay?
To collect and my pain, that storm, I'm on the back of that gate
Holding down to my family straight, we're being in a family way
Pro-born off an antifreeze
An antifreeze for the press and the camera to stray
Like I'm the all-time ant of the way, you understand?
Get out!
That's what it is, that's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is, that's what it is
Sweeper, sweeter, richer, fresher
Stronger reception, a sharper picture
Walk around guard and involve a nation
Feets, elements, self-reform, on stretcher
That make the end up a classic modern faker
Brooklyn, it don't matter if you holler or whisper
You're coming through clad, cause I'm right here with you
You gotta edit this slang, I got it, I hit you, yo
Brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, the lovers, the believers, the doubters
Believers, the stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggas
The tough and guerrillas, the yellows, the venues
Y'all can feel it, but the first thing to play is this extra
Ordinary and plain, I'm with the thousand places of life
I have it today
By the time you give what I'm standing, I'll be gone
Y'all make moves, we gotta just move on
All organic, I must move on
Cause I'm all too strong, and I know where my feet most fall
Make it go where I'm brand new
Cause I'm a freshman, not a brand new song
They give my fuck about what I'm doing, yeah, I'm with the thousand places of life
