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Bobby, I'm of yo' shit, nigga!
I'm tired of you in at 3 o'clock in the fucking mornin'
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Nigga, you got a here
You act like you don't fuckin' know shit
(Check)
(Yo, yo, yo)
Nigga, what the

(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Digital, these should be crazy
(Growin' up in Cali)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn
(Yo, yo, yo)
Bedstuy, this is my
(Yo, yo, yo)

A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in County
Inside the womb months before the Queen found me
Up in Brownsville with fiends around me
Now roam gat in Staten with cream team me

called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley
Taught his son how to spike like Lee Harvey
Oswald, well that ends well
My big brother Divine, he pushed the well

I got the Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains
I'm the tribe of men who would bury Kings
On the back of the A-train, my
Should I make a phat hit or should I take

From the Clan taught you Cash Rules
I make soul grind tracks, you ass too
Give respect to the Prince when he pass
have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe

Cousin Billy, to strap the black Uzi
Two-two in front of the Jakes Jack Ruby
Live on TV where you see
D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too

Digital, niggas should be crazy
up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, is my life

Digital, these niggas should be
Growin' up as a Brooklyn
This is how I my life
(Yeah)

Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvesant, X
Shot on green, we live from Calasky y'all
It's Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
Get the herb, get the God, Ra'

the word on things?
Through the phone I the bangin' sounds
In the background, down
I'm spittin' what the missin'
We extreme with the murder type
Don't sleep, get ya head split to the meat

Big guns, South we blaze
bodies back up North, it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no
mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, of Islam

Brooklyn, I was born, clothes torn
Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine
We heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't

Digital, these should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn
Bedstuy, this is my

(Bobby, you know why, that I said about you)
Digital, these should be crazy
(That's right, you shit, nigga)
up as a Brooklyn baby
(You shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque)
This is how I my life
(All that Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit)

(Nigga, grow the up!)
Digital, these niggas should be
(What the is up with you, nigga?)
(You shit, nigga)
up as a Brooklyn baby
(Comin' in high off shit)
(What the fuck?)
Bedstuy, is my life
(I'm of yo' shit)
(What the is that shit anyway?)

(What the fuck?)
Digital, these niggas should be
(And your cousin Billy, I'm of that mothafucka)
Growin' up as a baby
(That mothafucka could never up in this)
This is how I live my
(Mothafuckin' ever again)

(He's a mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?)
Digital, these should be crazy
(A criminal, I'm of that shit)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn
(I'm of yo' shit, Bobby)
Bedstuy, this is my
(Brooklyn this, that)
(What the fuck, nigga?)

Digital, these should be crazy
(I don't why I love your stupid ass anyway)
Growin' up as a baby
(Pssh, but I do you Bobby )
This is how I live my

Digital, niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a baby
Bedstuy, this is my

Digital, these niggas should be
up as a Brooklyn baby
This is how I my life