Hoodies & Bombers

(Tyrone Briggs)
Ski Mask the game, like corners of New York done taught us
Overcharge em for how they did De La Soul & The Cold Crush
Hoodies and bombers
My attire until its over
Don't expect for me to lighten up boy I'm not Sammy Sosa
Protect Ya neck, or expect a deck, I'm from Staten
Fell back a few steps and snapped back to find the new era capping
Break rappers down to a science, what you gotta provide for this pro-tons
For a positive charge, I'll get at em
Cereal at night, coming up appeared to be normal
Was told that money talks and pockets was anti social
Now I send an invoice every time I turn on protools
I get what you get for a brick to rap the shit I go through
Hustle begun with my mom
I come from the slums
So now it's my time to eat don't want none of the crumbs
Want the whole plate
My starting line up look like Golden State
And this time we coming after ours like we open late

(Cortez)
Roll up
Brooklyn
Yeah
Yo
I been dancing on keys like since a youngin
P's come in abundance
For green we quick to up it and squeeze
What's in that black hood wee don't tuck it
D's they fina rush us
When that yellow tape circle your P's
We grip sticks, we down to ride
Brooklyn ballistics, homicide's
Corner store legends sold bricks out of Mommas Friend
Was out my mind ducking charges
I learned to corner markets
I turned that corner store into a corner office
I beg your pardon, but I'm not them, they hating it
For all that drip, a pool of blood you can bathe in it
Ya'll do it for the gram, them grams shit I was shaving it
Fiends like Tony with powder they put they face in it
Whip with the bass in it
It's point eight accurate
I'm bodega trafficking
I got the game panicking
Can't confuse the confidence with arrogance
It's sacrificial lamb
They went and crossed the goat, I turned baphomet
Brooklyn