The Hand Off

[Verse 1: Torae]

Stir up the pot cooking

Leaving the block shookin'

I'm the reason all the bad broads and the cops lookin'

You got the drop, jooks 'em

Call us and not hook 'em

Take your shit, scrape your bitch

Leave and just shout "Brooklyn"

Nigga, we outchea

Raised in the projects, to not care

The pigs come knockin', he not here

Learn that it's not fair

Vivid, but not clear

Never had nothin', bag somethin' and not share

Mastered unruly

Facts of life, truly

Learn with no Blan no Tootie

Just air and one toolie

Ain't near but one-two me

Microphone check, or one-two me

I need a young Whitney run to me

Young Britney come through me

Oops, I did it again

The '80s just a kid with a pen

In present day, just a nig in the Benz

Who got snaps on the petro

Kicks still the same, they just retro

Let's go

{beat switch}

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]

My first time inside a bra was out in Southside Jamaica, Queens

Following the porn was my outline to make a scene

First 48, couple days I grew a name

She told her friends the way I stepped in it

They start to call me elephant

My delivery heavensent, like Biggie blew his breath in it

Glock 30 lyrically, I drop murder wizardry

My block murder literally

One way or another, [either] blues or clues

I peruse in better shoes

Nowadays you'd be surprised how much clappin' in the air will getchya

This shit is a thirst trap like a Tahiry picture

Learnin' jewels over Ronny Jordan loops

Pops read the final call, Glock set behind the wall

And my number never changed

Just the motherfuckers callin' it

My jumper never changed

Just the spots where I could water it

I'm around the corner, back block

And right in front the store with it

You seein' orange glows, or whatever color my aura is

Rick James bitches, my bitch frame vicious

The only thing meaner is how I kick game switches

A pack of Now and Laters in the tent, range dippin'

Parked in front of Popeye's, livin'

The simple life of Skyler, huh