brooklyn get paper, toke big tings, we chase nikkas around they own ball game
the jones’ cant keep up…maybe my nikkas nas, but i got stronger after ether…WOW
we fly high, no lie, you know this…BROOKLYYYYYYYN
aight i hear you jay…its HARLEEEEEEEEEEEM
you say 30 is the new 20, but u 40 i’m 30 so whos 20, and we balln swervn the new bentlys, drop top balls in the course by 320. mommy always told me to aim for the stars, now im beefn and aiming at stars.
brooklyn vs harleeeem
let the battle begin.