Church & Nostrand

Hit up 181 that's just too get that good Im steady walking right past that precinct bitch I wish they would They decomposing cribs on Nostrand make miss the hood I'm watching coffee shops pop up right where them bitches stood Dreams of being bigger than my visions could Got me backstroking through the motions I don't swim so good Shit been moving realer since my grandma past Most likely throw a middle finger when that camera flash Back when we was recording down on Patchen Ave Lonji had the set up for the after classes Never knew that this would ever fall apart But that's just how some niggas grow and it's all good heart Gang is gang my fam my fam my squad my squad Money money, grind is grind and art is art Cooking crack foreally so we work it hard Them fiends be lining at the door like this shit perfect God Had form my own that groovy player kid After I Made a couple rounds I done made it stick Pussy started flowing like I'd break the sink for it Started making funk and yea we make it stick Hudson valley bumping like it's on a zit forum Play it for the ones that barely make the rent Take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from us Staples in the culture that we can't forget Me and all niggas on a money path Thumbin through them hunnids till we good at math Going hard for everything we couldn't have Tryna fill the crib with shit I couldn't ask for and yea I been feeling crazy since the killed the hood They decomposing cribs on Nostrand I don't feel so good Dreams of being bigger than my visions could