Brotherly Love

[Verse]
The whole game has been waiting so many years for my arrival
Like Geeno’s and Pat’s on Passyunk, I got no love for my rival
When walking through Kensington my main objective is survival
Thank God, my mom didn’t keep me there, instead she taught me to read the bible
So now the suburban kid wishes he could be cruising down broadstreet
Grillin cheesesteaks with rawmeat, the grease alone can stop your heartbeat
Goons on the cold streets could delete the rhymes written on your worksheet
To get out, you gotta get bread, be an athlete, or know how to spit that heat
I’ve seen slums full of bums, where teens are playing around with drums
It’s not an instrument, it’s militant, chasing bread instead of eating crums
I’m in grimey places, gettin old faces, turn it into gold bracelets
This nation is a basis for racists, they say it ended but I still see traces
I’m in the city of brotherly love, where the weather’s always sunny
It’s funny how they shun me, until I reached the potential to make money
Now that I’ve proved my purpose, my brothers expect a lot from me
Meanwhile the feds are tryna put us into coffins like were mummies
Nike hoodie smelling like some homegrown outta Oregon
Once I’m pullin' hella stacks I'm never going poor again
Bitch keeps hittin up my line but I know I'll never text that whore again
I just downed a cup of purple, and I think I'm gonna pour again
Hit the shore again, on the boards again, my mind is spinning
Never took an L, so you know my team is steady winning
I'm facing blunts nonstop, that shit really got me grinning
They claim they ride for me but they weren't there in the beginning
I want bentleys and balenciaga, I'm calling that shit motivation
A drop top impala with the keys in, that’s more temptations
Meditating on that medication, louder than the train station
They never thought a Caucasian would make it in the rap nation
I feel like hip hops prophet whenever I speak the words of God
You know I got no morals, so don't ever try fuckin with the squad
Now rap is nothing but mumbling, that shit is starting to sound odd
Ya bitch digs my lines and the hook, so now she's checking out the rod
My flow is steady sounding deadly, you should take caution
All I talk about is numbers like I’m working at the auction
Smoke is pouring out the hotbox, you thought it was exhaustion
I'm balling with the green leaf and I ain't even talkin bout Boston
Your shit was hot yesterday, but who they gonna play tomorrow
I see teddy bears on tombstones leaving families in sorrow
I'm never playin' wit my paper so don't ever ask me if you can borrow
Didn't make it to the top yet, but I promise I ain't far though
The wrist is looking icey, so I should probably put on a glove
I don't thank anyone for my talents except for the Lord above
I'm too busy with my business, I can't waste any time on love
I'm rocking all white attire, Just looking flyer than a dove
On a Camden corner, Fiends keep bugging me like some mosquitos
Copped a bag of green, call the amigos, and roll it like burritos
Just coolin it in the Jersey shore with an entourage of guidos
My main objective is to get more cheddar than a bag of cheetos
I was able to start a business with nothing but kush and ziplock
They say time is money, so I’m getting richer with every tick tock
I’m tryna cop a couple more pairs to cover the nike socks
Got a heavy bag of work, and I hid that shit inside a nike box
I’m a rookie in the summer league, just tryna perfect my game
But when my season starts in the winter, I’ll put phony rappers to shame
This new rap shit is lame, and these whack actors are the ones to blame
I gotta save this shit, so remember my name, hip hop won’t be the same