Hit up 181 that's just too get that good
Im steady walking right past that precinct bitch I wish they would
They decomposing cribs on Nostrand make miss the hood
I'm watching coffee shops pop up right where them bitches stood
Dreams of being bigger than my visions could
Got me backstroking through the motions I don't swim so good
Shit been moving realer since my grandma past
Most likely throw a middle finger when that camera flash
Back when we was recording down on Patchen Ave
Lonji had the set up for the after classes
Never knew that this would ever fall apart
But that's just how some niggas grow and it's all good heart
Gang is gang my fam my fam my squad my squad
Money money, grind is grind and art is art
Cooking crack foreally so we work it hard
Them fiends be lining at the door like this shit perfect God
Had form my own that groovy player kid
After I Made a couple rounds I done made it stick
Pussy started flowing like I'd break the sink for it
Started making funk and yea we make it stick
Hudson valley bumping like it's on a zit forum
Play it for the ones that barely make the rent
Take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from us
Staples in the culture that we can't forget
Me and all niggas on a money path
Thumbin through them hunnids till we good at math
Going hard for everything we couldn't have
Tryna fill the crib with shit I couldn't ask for and yea
I been feeling crazy since the killed the hood
They decomposing cribs on Nostrand I don't feel so good
Dreams of being bigger than my visions could