Cocked raps, Ratatat influence, you catching that?
Do it for my culture, that’s the top half of Cackilack
264, a little hamlet with a campus, black
Stoned as the toys of a young Yasser Arafat
Monitor, Merrimack, monitor the Mary Macks
Clap clap, ratchet blast, ratchet place, yet very cashed
Skullduggery? It’s quicker if you tear it back
“Dude they be loving me!” My humor, it’s a sterile act
My musical subtlety is buzzing by my ear and that’s
The only place you hear it in the city, that’s a scary fact
Saying I don’t rep? Shut yo mouth, I’m the Vegasest
It’s funny, Saint Peter’s Catholic School made me atheist
Yeah I went to Catholic school, awww skeet skeet!
The only nigger there, relating they like “awww skeet skeet!”
Everything you buy’s for renting so we keep receipts
My niggas copped the Concords on their EBTs
Used to hoop at College Hill, they shut it down with Belk and now we
Come with weed and Hen and get it poppin on Elm Street
Drinking, hooping, music, art, we jam, don’t got a Julliard
These days we’ve moved the party out to Western Boulevard
Was once the only mooly, par, now we got a brood of cars
My niggas from the west get it in…shit they ruined ours
Stash away the student card bet the cops can brew a charge
“Got some quick questions, where’s the barbecue and brew, for starts?”
Pirate’s Den actually, neighborhood brasserie
Dirty hoes around the way. Rubbers? I need McAfee
Got a homie named Tre, only dates Jasmines
And it’s funny cuz he’s fucking every chick in the locality
Ask advice, every old head’s got analogies
Had he tried? Good advice? Man’s got an allergy
Kept out of the clashes, we were shallow in the faculty
Never one on one fights, jumping is the standard. See
My mental telepathy projected in this setting, please?
What you doing? Same time, ready? BITCH I’m selling weed!
Racing out on Arlington, rush hour, seventy
MPH across the dashboard, this is levity
Friday night lights keep a crowd of cars in
Moved ‘fore I could ride the bench off of Marvin Jarman
This the region where we know that PeeDee’s in his costume blunting
It’s the region where everybody’s Petey Pablo’s cousin
It’s the region where the PD like to bother just for nothing
It’s the region where…what the fuck, yo, I’m only bluffing!
A G-Vegas rapper, also means an actor
“Copping dollars! Pussy magnet!” Dude, your dad’s a pastor
Loitering at Sheetz, nigga swear he stays in Stratford
High school nigga up to twenty-eight or after
Cut from Little League, I’m spray painting Dowdy Ficklen
Yo, I heard it through the grapes the racists want us out in Kinston
So tell me, what can you achieve? Nothing b
Funny thing is, that’s the luxury