Chorus 2x: lil dap

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 mayday

Me and my niggas starvin and we thirsty for the payday

We can get together, do whatever you want

Thugged out, brook-lan style, east new york



{lil dap}

About 40 years from now, the meteor hits the earth

Countin my birth, puttin in work

Um, before we start to disolve, the dirt and disappear from here

Countin my fears, hopin theres a heaven upstairs

The moon's so bright, let's count a million stars tonight

Something ain't right, we got to leave the port to the light

I'm claimin my mic, in case we have to rip it tonight

Cuz some people some understand, some people don't

It's a damn when they try to steal your flow

Don't you know, group home represents the ghetto

Brooklyn's own, have these niggas waivin there chrome

We'll splash your dome and leave your ass all alone



Chorus 2x



{kai-bee}

Something ain't right, let's follow the light, but keep it tight

And show these cats how we keep it raw but right

Follow my lead, proceed burnin my weed, smokin my la

Walkin through the streets of c.i., wondering why

Good people gotta die, got the future in my eye

I'm just chillin to get by

Thinkin about life, focusing on the mil

Cuz life is illin much more then a ice grill

Here goes the realness, listen, lay your position

Constantly heads spittin lyrically ammunition

Keepin your brains spinnin like rims on an expedition

Follow me on this mission, and swallow my exposition

Ladies and gentlemen, here's something new for your ears

Open your dutches and crack your beers

Rap music is something i live for

Only for that we go to war, war, war



Chorus 3x



Outro

Call for backup, we need help

They eatin alot of food out here,

They eatin alot of food out here

Call for backup, we need help

Help, help!


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