Streets is my artery,
the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I started in lobbies now, parlay with Saudis
Sufi to the goofies, I could probably speak Farsi
That's poetry, read a coca leaf from my past
Came through the bushes smellin' like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new shyt, shift feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural fukk the Federal Bureau
To think I have up on Jay-Z about 4 years ago
I thought this shyt was just a movie and had zero anticipation and this boy drops a classic.