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[Intro]
Mother, mothersucker, yeah, microphone checker, yo

[Verse 1]
Uh, motherfucking microphone checker
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner

[Verse 1]
From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in a sock
Only thing that changed now is we ain’t runnin' out of stock
Use to beg mom dukes for lunch money
Honies used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies
Now what’s funny, is we done came up and conquered
Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers
Though them gangstas grill, I tell ‘em keep that drama away

Niggas don't want war
I'm a martian with an army of spartans
Sparring with a knife in a missile fight
Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants
Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though

Since nine five, momma been working nine five
And I know the landlord fed up with our lies
So we pray to the Gods, the Jahs, and the Allahs
To keep us safe and watch our lives
Cause all we tryna do is do good
Put on my hood when I walk through hoods
Cause these niggas these days is loco
You'll get it in ya vocals if you ain't a local