All Wrong / Bucktown salute

[Verse 1:Rim]
Sellin' cracks through the hallway doors
Had the girls flippin' down many doors We only do it for cause
[Verse 2:Eddie Kaine]
Find bodies on the hallway floors
Names tattered on the hallway walls This is all We saw
[Verse 2:Rim]
Stage acting get you clapped, no applause
Everybody wanna coach when you score big
[Verse 3:Eddie Kaine]
We want it all, kid, buck a loss bet you
We gon' win, nigga, We all in
[Verse 4:Rim]
The hustle never come in without sin
And what I see, grims, no poor gin streets gettin' ugly for rankings
[Verse 5:Eddie Kaine]
Play Mr. Loverman, take you out, you won't get another chance Dab you, clap you through the jacket with the other hand
[Verse 6:Rim]
Get four forward cause we from the home of the sudden sin Brooklyn, we more grittier than a ton of sin
[Verse 7:Eddie Kaine]
Home of the sneakerbox account with a couple bands
Trap money, we stop the mailman for the rubber bands
[Verse 8:Rim]
What's with your status, fam'?
That hesitation gon' get you warped on
It's no fucks given like soft porn

[Hook:]
Y 'all got this shit all wrong It's the same sad song, y 'all sing along We out here tryin' to eat 'till it's all gone
Y 'all got this shit all wrong
The business standin' still, I'm movin' on and I ain't gon' stop 'till the crew is gone

[Verse 9:Eddie Kaine]
You never compete with this force, dog
You just a fee, I pay the cost, dog
[Verse 10:Rim]
These racks is all poor, no scratch
I'm prepared for all fours like a cat landing on my feet when I all fours
[Verse 11: Eddie Kaine]
Try to burn the whole spot down like .44's
Might do the chicken spot or the meal might be four cores
We different, BK borough, We're y'all floss [??]
[Verse 12:Rim]
No in between, then we our own boss It's rotten apple fire from the core
No dermatologist on the dot
It's pullin' blackheads like cleanin' out your pores
[Verse 13: Eddie Kaine]
Niggas actin' like they 'bout it, then go preachin' to the law
Nowadays, I'm bout my scratch, Wolverine with the claws
[Verse 14:Rim]
Go rogue, bitch up, and end up in the dead pool
Power moves yearly, need a week in the 50 tombs
[Verse 15: Eddie Kaine]
52 hand blocks can't cover you dudes
It's a wrap, we forever gon' smother you fools

Y 'all got this shit all wrong

Big Ghost what up ?

[Verse 15:Rim]
Stretcher courtier throwin' three on every eighth Made rounds, scrapin' plates like Thanksgiving Day
[Verse 16: Eddie Kaine]
Know the pigs ran away, A -Day, Duck and Jake Who want test Brooklyn boys ?, make you pump your brakes
[Verse 17:Rim]
We bear arms no tank tops The barrel 'bout as long as a tank top We always get a shake in your Benz stop
[Verse 18: Eddie Kaine]
Your rank drop, thinkin' you competition Talk like a politician
[Verse 19: Rim]
A lot of verb play, but the action, listen I had to grind for family and identity Don't play enemy like a handyman with a hammer, B Y 'all niggas sayin' cock, no willpower
[Verse 20: Eddie Kaine]
You feel power, get chills, how they kill the beat And get dollars this hour, these cowards can seize now
[Verse 21: Rim]
Of course, the ringer with us, Felice Child We get busy, you better speed down
[Verse 22: Eddie Kaine]
Speak now , hold your peace, We hold the peace In the streets tryna eat, in the belly of the beast
[Verse 23: Rim]
Y'all gon' murder what ?
How you pull anything out that skinny cut leanin' like a baby, you walkin' around with a sippy cup
Walk
[Verse 24: Eddie Kaine]
Villa Stuy the illest guys, you hater niggas It's assed out, like Lizzo at the Staples Center
[Verse 25: Rim]
Walk like the pig, the struts without the leather taper You haters get the vapors It's with the rats, so shit in and out store thunder with the gat, if I point, see Paul
[Verse 26: Eddie Kaine]
Blow this shit like a C4, you' CB4 , should I've say before ?
Gusto tight, fuck you even on the scene for ?, you're taking up space
[Verse 27: Rim]
They got him beefing without knowing the stakes I had to swallow my pride, but used the hand he takes
[Verse 28: Eddie Kaine]
Now we all about to eat, say it P versus Grace
[Verse 29: Rim] The utensils are Smith and Wesson, homie don't be the prey Duck down !
[Verse 29: Eddie Kaine]
Or catch a buckshot to the face
[Verse 30: Rim]
Or five feet, this another world, DMT If she got the mean body, then she get the evil deed better
[Verse 31: Eddie Kaine]
Come correct when you see the team, or you meet in the EMTs Walk