Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway (feat. Capital P)
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Nah, those are agencies, tried to sign me
Said, my writing and critical thinkin' were way beyond reach
Wanted me to teach
But, we disagreed
On history of our people
And those laws that kept my people strapped in the street
Before he reached
Cyanide I put in his tea
Stopped his speech
Cars out front
They came to a screech
Tunnel behind the counter
Brigante Niche
Never find me
Left my iPhone X on the seat behind me
Structure built by all the income from the street
Over the years
Had all the homeless people workin'
Diggin'
Highway straight to BK
Built from the BX
No real dudes
No truth
Rappin' 'bout drugs they never do
Pain they never knew
War scenes witnessed by very few
Cigarette buds
Placed in puddle mud
Ambient light
Lit my way in the dark
Chinese night vision bought right off amazon
I met foolish dudes that consider themselves Dons
Taino blood
Tunnel's flood
Seen a beam of light shootin' down through the sky
Dropped my cheap night vision
That left me temporarily blind in my left eye
I heard him yell out
Saw the rope being tossed down
Jumped and caught the rope halfway
Soldiers pulled me in fast
Climbed inside a tattoo spot
Placed right on Utica ave
Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Always had to do things our way
Rarely ever cared what they say
Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Could never hit what you can't see
They wanna see clubs
I wanna see figures
Late night
No sleep
Straight winners
Table built for us
You can't sit with us
Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Always had to do things our way
Rarely ever cared what they say
Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Could never hit what you can't see
They wanna see clubs
I wanna see figures
Late night
No sleep
Straight winners
Table built for us
You can't sit with us
Rob, what's good
Glad you made it back to my hood
We heard the chatter on their radios
But, misunderstood
But, now that you here
I got the driver ready to go
And my shooter in the passenger
He ready to blow
I already spoke to Jefe and the rest of the killas
They said the plane leave at 8
Direct flight to Manila
Once we get there
Imma send word to the block
I cant lie
Crown Heights
Imma miss it a lot
Morris Ave goin to wonder what became of a Don
And without us on the street
A drought won't be long
But, fuck it
We had a plan
And God laughs at those
And the gucci shoes I got on match the rest of my clothes
Gotta look professional to avoid suspicion
But, I'm back to being grimey once we complete the mission
So place your bets
We win
Or we lose upset
And tell Sha, I left money for Niy, where we first met
Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Always had to do things our way
Rarely ever cared what they say
Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Could never hit what you can't see
They wanna see clubs
I wanna see figures
Late night
No sleep
Straight winners
Table built for us
You can't sit with us
Built this Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Always had to do things our way
Rarely ever cared what they say
Took the Brooklyn-Bronx Expressway
Could never hit what you can't see
They wanna see clubs
I wanna see figures
Late night
No sleep
Straight winners
Table built for us
You can't sit with us