Let it rock
(Conductor)
(They fucked around, woke up the starseed from Marcy)
(Not the projects, but the)
Yeah
What you want me to do? Bitch, I'm sorry, haha
I'm sorry, not sorry
Look, ayo

They fucked around, woke up the starseed from Marcy
Not the projects but them Brooklyn streets where my heart beat
51 Hart Street, 193 Vernon Avenue
Niggas wit' attitude mad I'm bigging up my city, that's something I had to do
Do or die, home of the gully where we let lead fly (boom)
2025 on my bully, I know that men lie (yeah)
Women lie but Joey don't (uh)
Might delete later, I know damn sure that Joey won't
Fuck it, I want all the smoke (yeah), put my credit on the line
'Cause niggas can't fuck with me, we talkin' 'bout it line for line
The audacity of this nigga, he must be out his mind
Haunted by the ghost of Biggie and 'Pac, I'm them combined
Spent many years minding mines, out of sight and out of mind
Now I'm front in line, all the signs saying this my time
Swear it's so divine, properly align this little light of mine
Promise I'ma let it shine till it leave you niggas blind

Yeah, respect that, ho
Yeah, check that though
Yeah (light work)
Uh

What you want me to do? Bitch, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, not sorry, yeah
I said I'm sorry, not sorry, bitch
I'm sorry, not, yeah
(Hahahaha)

Yeah
Hold on, man, shit (conductor)
We got that foot on you niggas' necks, nigga, haha
Look
Uh

And the pockets run deep, never slow leak
Nigga, what's beef? Huh
Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep, uh
Wake up with no appetite, and now you can't eat, uh, now you can't speak (nah)
Cat got his tongue, he been missin' all week, uh
Perfect time to separate the strong from the weak, uh
I won't ever hesitate, won't ever miss a beat, nah
Stay calm and meditate, but know I got a be on, uh
Don't be alarmed (yeah), pistol in my palm
To pick apart you pussy niggas plottin' all along (that's right)
Yeah, like: Not today, Satan (not today)
In fact, me and God been havin' great conversations (right)
Admiring the constellations (yeah)
Everyday is new thoughts and new observations
Know I gotta move forth, ain't no time for wastin'
Now I'm carryin' the torch for my generation with no hesitation
Yeah, I'm ten toes deep, you get cold feet
Nigga gotta hold heat, that's what the streets told me
Written manifesto of a young G
Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me (yeah)
I'm ten toes deep, you get cold feet (yuh)
Nigga got the hold heat, that's what the streets told me
Written manifesto of a young G
Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me

Straight like that (yeah)
Ayo (yeah, shit like that, nigga)
(Uh), uh
Woo
Sweet gospel music
2025 music
I'm back
He's back