[Intro]
Little punk a** f**, that’s it n***a (laughing)
That’s ballin’?
I guess men lie, women lie
But numbers don’t
It’s over for that ballin’
It’s my turn
Brooklyn!
[Chorus]
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)
Foreign rides, outside, it’s like showbiz (It’s my turn)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
[Verse 1]
Brooklyn get paper, tote big things
We chase n***as around they own ball game
Ball game n***a, it’s over for you lames
Gimme back the chain, it’s over for you dames
f** y’all broads
Didn’t they ever tell you don’t f** with a man’s family They’ll f** with y’all’s?
Kidnap mine?
n***a I will click-clack push your wig back further than Tyra Banks’ hairline
Your bank versus mine
If you’re ballin’, n***a what I’m doing can’t be defined
The Joneses can’t keep up
Maybe my n***a Nas, but I got stronger after Ether
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI
The Best in the game since Daddy Kane and B.I
My turn, we live, money to burn, n***a we on fire
G-5’er, Ace of Spade make it real easy to book your babe
I’m running a Boston on these n***as
I’m watching ya soundscan you keep ren**in’
I’m trump-tight, I’m Trump-like
I’m on my way to a billi, I play my cards nice
n***as like “Hov ya sound too rich”
I’m like “Oh! ain’t that about a b**h”
Ain’t that we here for? Therefore
I sound like I’m supposed to sound, meet me at the Clearport
I’m ballin’ for real, you pump faking it
Manhattan keep on faking it, Brooklyn keep on taking it! Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeahh! Shoutout to all my real n***as in Harlem
145th & all that
All the Dominicans, OG Juan, Lower Eastside True Life
This ain’t about boroughs, this is about n***as & b**hes
It’s game time
It’s my turn
Let the games begin
YOUNG!