15 ContributorsEND CREDITS Lyrics

[Verse]

I ain't just poppin' my chest

I did my a lot to get my spot in the best

Me and Dot got somethin' in common

We ain't pop in the west

We went east to feast for years

Before the city would back us

It was hard for the skill to lay niggas to really get traction

Close homies gave us the crooked eye for rapping with pain

Conscious rap, they shut the door if you ain't snatchin' a chain

It affected us

Dot, I can't forget when they was neglectin' us

They said we'll never make it now look who protectin' us

It's thе West Coast bodyguard

Physical pass, show my body scars

Been through every barrеl with a hundred raps

Back when it was one shot kill, wasn't no "Run it back"

Barbershops, corner stores, miss a word and you done, in fact

Just spit superb, tell your homies quiet down to rip a nerve

Before I met Soul, I made you niggas heard

Resident Evil, pleasant with people

Time to snap like a schizo without a pill

Let's head to the sequel

Now this the night at The Apollo as I swallow your career whole

Dear Cole, tell 'em what I did in the studio

Three hundred tracks in two days, I'll for sure pop

Came out the booth, the whole room said

"He not like us" that was before Dot

A human I'm for sure not

Human got me in tunnel vision, writing in sin

I blacked out this whole ride, you see it's light at the end, huh

Lux was a tough decision, I fuck with it

Fuck your disses, it's up so we up the switches

Which it stands, one man left on a hill

It's Quill, I'm here

Killer clown, huh

Thinking that he it, oh, it's deaf, you hear me now

Nope, show me a quote that stuck from one of them records

Flow and pocket, nice voice

Dope beat selection (For real), I see you

Low in the spot that get you added to goats

This the talent I boast, you salad with goat dreads

Gin and Juice but no beach cruisin'

This Dre and Snoop on a boat head

A deli slide, all light there equal to zero

It all comes around to the bread when they thinking they heroes

I chop cheesy thoughts, your sleazy cloth come from a rinse rag, I'll wash you easy

Ruthless, my plot beneath me

Proofread goofy, time to get spooky

See what son about

Light still outside, they runnin' out, huh

Homes got ghosts, it ain't a haunted house

What y'all debatin'? All the bait I gave you for conversation

Karma bacon, they hate shade throwing but stalling Ray Bands

Glasses, all these niggas like black and they flow mulatto, caramelization

Brooklyn clown underground laid Harlem shakin' (Ayo)

Double-barrel aim, I won't spare a name

There the game go back in it's place

I thank you, Joey

Grateful for this space you created

AZ, King, Ray, Coyotes, Lit Papi, K-Boy

On Hitta, we did that

Jag, we did that

Slid on niggas with box and hard raps

Big smoke, this the cigar pack

Put hands and feet on niggas, Seagal's back

Can't cop out now, we set a hard trap

I'm in it for the long run

I'm Michael Johnson, boy got aid

Oh, he was Magic Johnson

Son a bitch, 6ix9ine had y'all tucked in a ditch (for real)

The NY sound was up for the fishes

The Ruler's back, oh, you the man, Joey (Joey)

Today I crown you the King of New York for taking that stand, Joey

You really took the fade with all of us, a brave man

NY-made man, it's just immortal when your grave land

Big stepper, figured they needed this

Oh, this feeling they deleted this

Elite exist in ways hoping that we delete

They feed the streets low bar rappin'

So we don't tap into that four forethought

They double speaking right in front of us

Of course we all fought for every hood story

Paid in Full, Menace II Society, Boyz-n-the-Hood

The play will pull the mind, right in Jersey Drive

I'm still whippin' them without dissin'

Kids listen, this is just my real mission

Came to the game to show you the real vision

Marvelous, gargle us, brainwashing lane

They got us in plain sight staining each other

When we should be hanging together

East Coast versus the West Coast, the Klan got they own post

And we ain't want no smoke

None of us, shouts to Khalil Muhammad

This shit is bigger than rhyming, I promise

Land where we walking to Malcolm, Martin

With all our crews, Trayvon Martin, STEEZ, you marchin' too

I figure we call the truth then we all inclusive, let 'em analyze

Made up story, gave us glory, this what they worried 'bout

I tricked them with the beat play

And now we on a sweepstake

Dummy balling filet mignon, three plates

The reactors'll replay, we dropped so much shit

They gon' be weeks late

Infinity War take for the street play

Had shit for the rappers and the DJ, a new case

People living in shacks, had to screw face

I see y'all, thank you, I love you

All of the bloggers balling, calling each other

All of the podcasters mobbin' for supper

All off our hard work, look how God work

We fed the streets when they needed that the most

And we can boast about this shit for a lifetime

Aye, Dee-1, that's Christ time

God said Lyt shine, I'm made to do it

No slave to who is in charge, I engrave the ruin

Something new in the book of Hip-Hop

Set the stage, I promise a new day

The age of the consciousness, Jamar, I got us

Lit with they devastation

I mastered all my crazy thoughts with sensory deprivation

Took mountain heights through pyramids

I learned how to blink or two

History comes as text format

You see what ink'll do, right, right

Gun spree on decrease

We did it all without them bleeding the streets

We did it all without us feeding they beast

We put our feet in the seats

So the plans they had to dumb us down and summer now

The sun still set in the east, it's Lyt