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Correct Land Of Lords Lyrics
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[Verse 1: AK] Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn The Beast Coast with us, catch ghost when flow stutters Like cobras, soul lift, I strode the block no chauffeur Coast to coast the same shit, I'm that focused Hold up, Brooklyn they say fronto that's how we roll up Fuck you dumbos tryna blunt smoke with no funds Throw on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego She know, hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it Higher minds, fire burning, I don't care what you concern with LSD On the DV, check the KD floating I know you peep the steez, golden like I'm chosen Jays leave em Z, way before the Barclay center open You hoping, I crash this plane, never man I'm in the legendary lane, hitting Jane like Tarzan [Verse 2: Issa Dash] Pick it up, where my brother left it off Purple drunk, sour diesel be the fuel for all my Brooklyn lords (Brooklyn lords, theres no control, you niggas lame, I'm going hard) Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin' noise Flatbush grown, raised around shottas We Rastafari Boys, Jah Jah knows, been out the matrix since like a snotty nose Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga only supposed to though I count my pesos, I let my brain grow Watch out for my angels, cuz they stealin' my halo, know they hate though It's cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock Keep the weed 'round my team, so we lean in the spot The Beast Coast we better than most folks And no hope for niggas that be testing our brain growth, you get smoked Like my herbal shuttles, run to be the sun child Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your gain fame I don't need your damn approval, gotta claim my name You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga Don't wanna pro preach with you, but watch out for soul killers Elevate your mind, and don't listen to no sinners [Verse 3: AK] No sinners, no friend of me Spray em, they all enemies, sight I grip your life, don't get the grip, just fist fight Knuckle up, fuck happen' and scrappin' Niggas ain't tough enough for the bust a slug Then show a brother love, that's why you can't fuck with us Ah, I remember them hoop dreams Thought I was the one like high king Jump shot me, 'til a nigga hit a pot steam Then a nigga drop rock like a fiend That two train, till the last stop that man block Man shots, 10 pun the way to the pop-pop what the blood clot? (Hey, Tan Boys, World's Fair, Zombies, Pro Era, A$AP New York, New York, that's where it’s at, where it’s at) [Verse 4: Issa Dash] We the new New York, better protect your neck When you're looking at the god, take another step back Cause we soaring, while niggas just boring, see me touring A nigga been chosen to elevate most men, 'til we golden And count my cheddar, that's of course Cause my bitch she wants a horse But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit call Porsche My mama want a crib, I said my motherfucker called You raised a fuckin' demon child, really paid the cost The cause is paid, 'til we said squeeze lemonades Flatbush, Brooklyn, where the fuck I'm gonna stay? And I be chillin' with my villains climbin' on the fuckin millions And blowin on the loud 'til a nigga touch the ceiling, uh huh [Outro] That's the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong Bodying tracks, your bitch in the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this shit [Produced by Taleil Brown]
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