[Intro]
(Swish, swish, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[Verse]
Yuh (Yeah), cruisin' through the city on the late night
Lowkey tryna figure how to get my cake right (Skrrrt)
Niggas want smoke and these freaks want date night
Never let ’em stop my grind, I skate right (I skate right)
So much much drive, ya sight's on my brake lights
Meanin' you behind me (Uh)
Pre new world order, my phone couldn’t find me
When I be off the map, gotta stack all sorts of raps
But anyway, everyday I wake up to some weak shit
Eat, sit, study OGs on some creep shit (On some creep shit)
Plottin', lookin' at the places I could take it
Watch niggas actin' like they wanna see me make it (They be the ones right there)
Nowadays, they ways is two-faced (Yup)
Y'all slept, open ya mouth, toothpaste it (Uh)
Half those flows is ass, face it (Yeah)
Play the background like jazz and don't say shit (Don't say shit)
I separate shit, on my radio hate shit (Yeah, yeah)
Grooves intrude, they think I'm tryn’ make hits
I’m ten toes down on this BK shit (Uh)
'Til the Earth burn or we see the first spaceship (Swish)
Rap needs savin’, watch my cape lift (Yeah)
Charts lookin' like they eggin' on by the racists (That's a fact)
I drop knowledge, I ain’t have tuition
I had intuition and make the block college, huh (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Ghetto genius, haters say, "Hello penis" (Hello)
When I grab my nuts, that's how I pledge allegiance (Ha)
Gotta humble niggas quick when they feelin' even (Quick)
And I'm good with the legend like Chrissy Teigen (Uh)
Imagine me and Nas havin' meetin's
I been soaking up game watchin' stars seepin'
Through presen-tation, stop hatin'
I'm aimin', two words: drop satan
I'm the MC with the top ratin' (With the top)
And I keep that new-new but I'm not skatin'
Like Rashad and 'nem
Just call me Brooklyn, never kept a job but I keep cookin' (Uh)
I'm tryna be a master chef (Yup)
The first bite take away half ya breath (Ha, ha), yes
Locked and loaded (Uh), bitch, I'm 2Pac devoted (Yeah)
Even if I'm not promoted, my name get around like a IG model (Facts)
In the hood I'm from, it's hit a lick or hit the lotto (You know what I'm sayin'?)
I can't fake it
Had a nigga tell me, "Stro, gotta dumb it down
Or you can't make it" (Dumb it down)
I can't chance it
My relationship with the page (Yeah), romantic
Silly shit, rampant (Everywhere)
I bet the pressure make 'em fold like pamphlets (Uh)
Level up while they all entertain antics (Entertain)
I'm in the game like I'm sittin' on campus
Sittin' on chrome
And I won't stop 'til I'm sittin' on throne (Yeah)
All beats I dissect
They gon' feel the wave when I drop next project
[Outro]
(One, two ya don't stop)
Yeah, yeah
(Mic check one, two, ya don't stop, yeah
One, two, ya don't stop
East coast, West coast, ya don't stop, yeah
Ya don't stop
Down south, up north, ya don't stop, yeah
Live from Brooklyn, representin', you know?
We taking this rap shit serious. Y'all niggas could play around if y'all want. Grade A Tribe, twenty-nineteen)
Mass Appeal (Yeah)
(Y'all better be ready)
Mass Appeal, uh
Yeah (Yeah)
(Let's get it
Skrt, uh)
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