Mic Rowe - BQE текст песни

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn

Young boys under pressure
Take your full if you let em
Might not see the light again
The boys in the yard fighting again
Beat the pain out a nigga
10 years ain't no change in a nigga
And he the same as when he came in
Swear to the connect he won't get caught again
Now he sittin in the box, contemplating on how you got knocked
Strategically thinking about his next drop
Soon as he come home, he open up shop
Cause he ain't going to the work force
After all the street credit he done worked for
Can't see himself living out dirt for
So be in jail or he in the pen rehearse for

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn
Queens
Can't be stopped,
Cop killer queens, even them boys get dropped
Flashing lights loose they top
What you think they gonn do to you, huh?
Blow off youe whole head
Get it past the wall to a loose both legs
Better stay on alert, sleepin it get you hurt
Does often get murked

It just got real, place them 10's up we bout to hit the field
Cause it's a army out here
Ain't no crying for mami round here
And if they see it then they on him
Shots fly get hotter than the sauna
No feel when you touch one then we aim one
Leave you flying without using a layer, son

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn
Queens, queens, queens

We got em, cut the
Kevin hart niggas nothing but ...
Them boys ain't laughin when they doing time
Lil nigga blue trial, even when the dime
Had to take it for the team
As a youngin always had street dreams
He ain't never wanna ball
They was playing with spald and he was looking for the raw
After the roy wanted more
Thinking he ain't sellin off
Moms ain't caer about him, pop said he'd so without him
So them dope boys got him
Now he get money the long way
In the hood they only teach you the wrong way
Flicked half a man but set him straight
Pigs got him, boy going to upper state.