Vampire In Brooklyn

[Intro: Sample]

Got there!

Son of a bitch, get to flip flop shit on me!

Just like a ho I knew in Detroit back in '62, '63

I go over her house on Saturday night, the bitch love me man

[Verse 1]

I was nodding my head to your style 'fore you took your first breaths

You still taking your very first steps, with this rap shit, I'm past that

I'm out in traffic, exchange the paper for the plastic

We needed some Glad Wrap for the bodies I'ma lay down

I be with playwrights, nah, we don't play 'round

Where we hear action, improv niggas all up in my faction

And we don't know no fiction, only facts

Whole numbers, we ain't doing fractions, you niggas capping

What you pillage? You know Cappadonna?

Claim pimp, you jump ship if a mac was on ya

Talking loud, we can't smell no pack on you, I do not believe it

Chest out, but you dry heaving

And you couldn't even try leaving, bite marks on your neck

Sucking dick for respect, you would flip for a check

I ain't never fucked with Jesse White, politicians is politicians

My nigga, miss me with the politicking

[Chorus]

Scoop up a nigga 'fore he learn the ropes

Take from that nigga when he look away

Working real hard, he gon' earn his broke

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way, yeah

Take from that nigga when he look away

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

[Verse 2]

Flipping shit like spatulas

I'm talking six months in 'fore I knew that I was fucking with Dracula

Immediately withdrawn, I watched them niggas you pissed on

Two weeks prior was kissing they ass

Couldn't even tolerate you twisting the grass, hit it and dash

Like, if it ain't the gas, I'ma blast, my G

Stay in a cut 'til it's a gash, my G

From out south, done seen whole lot of blood like my ass YG

Guard down, dodging blows Ali-esque

Tryna' drop the waters, I'm just getting my feet wet

With the business, who knew I'd be in bed with the snakes?

Taking off, and I'm already on my breaks

Ain't seen no cake yet with chains on

They tell me that that's just the brakes so I copped a chainsaw

I'm on my Leatherface now like fuck your pepper spray

I do it way too fly for featherweights

And almost Kyrie'd when I hesitate, know this shit gon' resonate

I just put my ten in a collection plate and pray about it

It really ain't much else to say about it

I'm on my drug dealer chic, moms got the pocket rocket

I just copped a old school to roll through the streets

Now I'm plotting on 26 acres, fuck a lease

Tryna raise a pack of dogs, fuck a leash

I be with my bitch, she be on her shit, and she keep me on mines

I don't own no watch to keep me on time

Know exactly where I'm supposed to be

I know exactly who this close to me, I know my wrist is exact

Fuck a list, even when I'm doing grocery shopping

Crisco flow boy, I'm supposed to be popping

And damn near wavy as the ocean be