Fake Brooklyn

Lyrics

[Intro] (Brooklyn's back!) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn) [Verse] This is not your anthem, this is not to dance to This coke with arm hammer, quotes from chemo to cancer A note from angry neighbors "Fuck you" to space invaders "Bye" to the gentrifiers, won't sell our souls for the paper This is a million lions. Rowdy cause rent is rising Our culture disregarded, our leaders tipped to silence How could you walk the land we've lived for life and criticize them? Shittin & sleepin in parts you could never spend the night in You are still without a paddle swimming up shits creek Hold on to your chicken your chick bitch ain't shit sweet Niggas still from the dirt You can still get murked Cap peeled for your percs If you scared go to church Runnin' round my city like you own it If you ain't from the block then why the fuck you on it? In my day I would rob for your Jordans Police wouldn't pull up or report it Life of the poor and unimportant Foreigners with fortunes, landlords are cornered Forced to move the family cause we can't afford it Shit done changed in where I came from I just can't ignore The waves of tourists We never welcomed somehow they staying for longer Culture is fading , I'm down to go out in a blaze of glory Cribs gettin' raided, hidden leases, homes taken homie Shit gettin' crazy, they movin' in and then enslave the homies Life of the poor and unimportant I grew up on this block so imma fuckin own it In my day I should pop you for your Jordan's Police wouldn't do a muthafuckin'— [Outro] Crown Heights gone bounce to this, uh Flatbush gone bounce to this, uh Bed Stuy gone bounce to this, uh Brownsville gone bounce to this, uh Yeah (Dyme A) Fuck that Fake Brooklyn shit Fuck that Fake Brooklyn shit, uh Fuck that Fake Brooklyn shit Fuck that Fake Brook— (Who is this?) Who the fuck is that? (Hello) (Yo, who the fuck is that? Yo, who that?) (I'm, uh, I'm Scott Conway. I live upstairs.) (So, what? What's up? What's up, homeboy?) (I just moved into the apartment they renovated recently. ) (Ight) (I just got home from work and...) (And what?) (I'm having some friends over for this club I organized) (Ight so that's cool. What, you inviting niggas or suttin?) (But I... But I felt a vibration under my feet. And I was wondering what was going on here. Construction?) (Oh we playing music, what's good? I'm listening to Crown Fried. Dyme A Duzin. What's up?) (What is that?) (Hip hop, what's up? Yeah, what's good?) (Oh hip hop. Oh, big fan of Macklemore) (That don't have nothin' to do with Dyme A Duzin, Crown Fried. That's what I'm listening to right here) (Fuck out of here!) (Oh that's a friend of yours? Does he know Cardi B?) (What? Oh, you tryna violate bro? Yo, go back upstairs before I get crazy, my nigga. I'm listening to what I'm listening to. What's up? Do your thing, player) (You know, I was just making myself a kale salad and then I...) (Kill salad or a kale salad?) (...next thing I know you're calling me the n word. Does that mean I can do it too?) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (He ain't gon kill that, he buggin' bro. Yo go home, son. Before everybody come out this crib and beat you up. Just go home bro.) (Do I have to call the police?) (Call 'em. Call 'em niggas) (I'm not... yo, yo) (Call 'em niggas, man, cuz you chattin' right now. Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I should shmack the shit out this nigga, man)