Lineage

RIP to Victorious
Aunt Shaqueen raised a Queen and two warriors
We returning that story with
Reversing generational curses, that we were born within
And bless the women with spoils, they deserve all of it
Rena Jackson came from the south to the Island
Her seven kids became four fathers, three mommas
Trace our lineage back to Columbus South Carolina
But the village is rooted in Stapleton, where you'll find us
Raised on loyalty
Grew up being taught fam is all we need
Might not be thе whole North, but we majority
Put our resourcеs together we can all succeed
No generational wealth, but born royalty
Raised on Grandview Ave, I'm a Harbor nigga
But that fifty one Hill Streets where it started nigga
Brown Hornet my fam, shout out the Bomber nigga
I got ties to killer bees regardless nigga
All us Staten Island niggas close
Aunt Bea, said she don't know Ghostface, she knows Dennis Coles
Food stamps and hand me downs
We advancing now
Descendants of the first black settlers out in Sandy Ground

Sometimes I wish we ain't grow up
Growing apart usually comes with getting older
Summer school lunch, fifty cent sodas
Quarter water juices, chips and cold cuts
Memories remind me where I'm from, while I'm headed where I go
Like them pissy staircases when the elevator broke
Grand daddy's house on Harbor road, we celebrate the most
Now it feel like deaths the thing that brings us close
But even in them grieving times at funerals
I realized in that moment my family's beautiful
I realized in that moment what's my purpose
And making money doesn't even scratch the surface
I want my son to know his family
Want him and Omari to be like me and Anthony
Jacquie and Candence to be like me and Tahita
Jaxon and Sita to be like me and Tanisha, etc
Bucket list of goals to succeed, got a plethora
Spending more time with the fam is my second one
But the first one is getting rich
And bringing wealth to our lineage