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[Intro] Uh, uh Yeah [Verse] RIP to Victorious Aunt Shaqueen raised a Queen and two warriors We returning that story with Reversing generational curses that we was born within And bless the women with spoils, they deserve all of it Rena Jackson came from the south to the Island Her seven kids became four fathers, three mommas Trace our lineage back to Columbus South Carolina But the village is rooted in Stapleton, where you'll find us Raised on loyalty Grew up being taught fam' is all we need Might not have the wholе North, but we majority Put our resources togеther, we can all succeed No generational wealth, but born royalty Raised on Grandview Ave', I'm a Harbor nigga But that fifty one Hill Streets where it started, nigga Brown Hornet my fam, shout out the Bomber nigga I got ties to killer bees regardless, nigga All our Staten Island niggas close Aunt Bea said she don't know Ghostface, she know Dennis Coles Food stamps and hand me downs, we advancing now Descendants of the first black settlers out in Sandy Ground Sometimes I wish we ain't grow up Growing apart usually comes with getting older Summer school lunch, fifty cent sodas Quarter water juices, chips and cold cuts Memories remind me where I'm from while I'm heading where I go Like them pissy staircases when the elevator broke Granddaddy's house on Harbor road, we celebrate the most Now it feel like death's the only thing that bring us close But even in them grieving times at funerals I realized in that moment family's beautiful I realized in that moment what's my purpose And making money doesn't even scratch the surface, look I want my son to know his family Want him and Omari to be like me and Anthony Jacquie and Candence to be like me and Tahita Jaxon and Sita to be like me and Tanisha, et cetera Bucket list of goals to succeed, got a plethora Spending more time with the fam', that's my second one But the first one is getting rich And bringing wealth to our lineage