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Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
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Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
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Heatmakerz
Heatmakerz
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Mic check, one, two Aight cool, sound good to me I hear the whispers, like "What's goin' on? He been missin' He used to run the show it's been a long intermission I remember the mission he was on, it was different He was sick, now my nigga done gone in remission" That's what y'all think? Y'all think I lost my step? Was on the run, but had to stop and never caught my breath I'm drenched, I'm on the bench with, like, four more reps In other words, I got shit left to get off my chest Comin' up you heard the hunger in me, tough as can be You couldn't sound cloudy, nigga, nothin' was free If I ain't get a record deal then I was stuck in the P's with D's Tryna spot if I had a wonderful stream Of income, my outcome is somethin' to see I was in a Jeep, sunk in the seat, beats bumpin' Tryna out-rap Nasir and keep up wit Jay-Z Crumblin' sixteens, I was only sixteen Fast-foward, niggas out here mumblin', B Why be smart when niggas on the charts dumber than me? A bunch of bums with more money than me So stayin' complex, yeah, that's an everyday struggle for me I'm from when everybody wanted 5 mics and "Riggs Morales" gave you unsigned hype if you rhymed right A Stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight And all the mixtapes was two-for-five like treys of that fire white I understand why some would retire mics Pack up turntables, the tables turn, wild right? Huh But me, I'm in it fully, it's like that one bitch I just Can't stop fuckin', man, these beats do something to me I post up on the throne, don't end up on a highlight Poster 'cause you grown, who you 'posed to be? Malone? I deliver like Post Offices, pre-Post Malones You'd dick ride if you saw what I don't post on my phone Every lines a great line, baby, New York's own It's like I play for Jim Boeheim, boy stay in that zone This my house, trespassin' I don't condone Let me be, don't be them two niggas from Home Alone And get iron in your face tryna roam where you don't belong Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan The Bronx I stomps through all of that, what happened? New York, I'm so proud to be your Captain Enjoy the rappin'
Writer(s): Joell Ortiz, Gregory Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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