Lineage Lyrics

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 whole North, but we majority

Put our resources together we can all succeed

No generational wealth, but born royalty

Raised on Grandview Ave, I'm a Harbor nigga

But that fifty one Hill Street where it started nigga

Brown Hornet my fam, shout out the Bomber nigga

I got ties to killer bees regardless nigga

All us 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 headed where I go

Like them pissy staircases when the elevator broke

Grand daddy's house on Harbor Road we celebrate the most

Now it feel like deaths the only thing that bring us close

But even in them grieving times at funerals

I realized in that moment my 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, etc

Bucket list of goals to succeed got a plethora

Spending more time with the fam that's my second one

But my first one is getting rich

And bringing wealth to our lineage