Brooklyn

[Intro]
Okay, yeah

[Verse]
Rappin' ain't makin' no money, it's back to trappin'
Everybody from my city tryna make it but they haven't
Everybody keep claimin' they the biggest, but they cappin'
I just look at Spotify for artists then continue laughin'
It's a joke, but I know how it goes
Promotion of a style; you ain't livin' 'cause you broke, pssh
Everybody knows Blue Benches is the realest shit you wrote
When everybody know you lyin', so you got nothing to show
But doing shows as a freshman, five dollar tickets
Only sold fifteen, so I'm buyin' five tickets
Just so I can outsell every artist on the bill
It's hard to keep it real when you grow up in this business
So fuck, I was leaving rings around the tub when I took baths
Every time I needed money was time to take out the mask
I don't claim to be a gangster; claim to be a thug
I just made some bad decisions, these locals should listen up
And what the fuck