Brooklyn Freestyle

Lyrics

They say life a bitch even when you live it right Different strokes for different folks but not everyone hit it right Always hung wit different types Different nights you could find me with the rich kids or wit all the hustlers the system sniped New York; eryone got stories but use different mics Erybody got the same emotions Erybody drinkin, smokin, bumpin Biggie from Bed-Stuy to Park Slope And I mean do-or-die Stuy, not the one where you move to open your $8 coffee shop cause your pops gave you a loan, shit But I digress, what I'm sayin's what's inside my chest It's defined by all the girls and guys I've met who look down on each other not knowin their eyelines met Posh rich model bitches on the concrete runway wanna be Instagram thugs and talk that gunplay Everybody frontin for pictures chasin the gimmick, tryna quell the loneliness of truth in figments of fiction, it's fear I was taught to know the value of a dollar, but not to find my value in a dollar That's why I don't gotta chart, I can eat cause they know I got a heart Out here tryna make change cause see dollars tear apart And I ain't sayin that when Jay was in Marcy scribblin down his first bars he wasn't even thinkin of cars he could cop like money wasn't always the plot but honor/respect was a form of credit And check it, dudes'll blow their whole score today for a check, if it's blue and next to your name online that's even better But I don't need it only the people can verify me Fuck your follow count, I need park benches to sign me Fuck an influencer, the whole city behind me It's Craft