Hater Eraser
Veteran
"Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real nikkas out in Brooklyn, some nikkas just cap
It's real killers out in Cali, some nikkas just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know
shyt it ain't about your city or borough
It's bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you looking familiar
I'ma Bed-Stuy nikka but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas, homie eating at Chef's
One-twelve, ATL, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun don't set "