BEACHVIEWS IN BROOKLYN

Fly shit, uh

No matter the coast LA to New York I'ma hustle

Maneuver through traffic or jumping over turnbuckles

Three days worth of clothes in a duffel

Pack shows flex without showing a muscle

You and your crew just a bag full of ruffles

When it's time to eat, guess who we are about to run through

Suffering defeat to me is what it all comes to

Little **** in headlock's screaming Uncle

Had to let him breathe for a minute

Then thought, fuck that

Start squeezing, evil laugh, I'm a villain

Do 110 during a light scrimmage

Spend more time higher than flight attendants

Pressure on my shoulder, but I like fitness

Got the Midas touch and she's a eye witness

I was born for the league

Brought a cannon and equipped with speed

High up got the vision what a pigeon see

Eating lobster and steak once the lemon squeeze

Mixing ghetto with the rich **** tendencies

64 sit right outside next to a new Rose

Velour suits and timb boots like Wu ghost

Prime dine at Mastro's in a bathrobe

Spilling cups of Kool-Aid as I do a toast

It's time I let you witness a star

Took the tent off my car

Add another plate, still lifting the bar

Real rap, though, I could've took the mumble route

But real lyrics got me chilling up at Dumbo house

Trying to smoke, the waiter hating saying put it out

Replying no as the smoke flow out my mouth