Live from the Barclays Lyrics

What up, son

Sometimes, I tell myself,

Jackson, you gotta stop rappin'

Thank God, my name is not Jackson

Sometimes I think about my actions, Gotta remind myself,

I am not acting

I am not an actor

I've been sunning Gigs so long, I got a grandson

When he was born, he probably came out with a handgun

Conehead on, his first words was a anthem

I mean, Ante up, everybody put your hands up

Nobody move, nobody get they plans touched

This a Hobbs act plus seven for the brandish

Now and days, its the alphabet when the vans come

You a dummy, plea, if you ain't run when the vans skirt

You a dumb ass if the corner store's where you standin

Ocks told you, big brother, watchin' you through the cameras

In MDC, when they peed, they ain't stand up

No wonder why they sittin' on him out the handcuffs

You know where I'm at, you know where my man's from

I'm from Brooklyn, that's my son

I'm from Brooklyn, and that's my son

You my son because you shine like one

I was born in the city where skinny Giggas die slow

I'm goin' to Cali for Biggie, Nipsey, and Pop Smoke

Rollin' Cali up with the Ari grava and op's doe

Picture me rollin' on Molly, bumpin' Buckshot Shortie Ducked down,

Top down, feelin' good wind

Candles, the whole world is lookin'

I ain't tryin' to go back to the bookings

The sky's scrappers, is lookin' fly, New Brooklyn

It's litty, like the ball drop in my city

On the Biggie bridge, goin' back to Crooklyn

Tryin' to do the right thing, though I know I should spin

This the new me, welcome to New Brooklyn

Wish Hov a turn this into a remix

Favio, turn this into a G mix

In my hood, Mr. C is Gyvis

It's my dream, I'm fuckin' a R&B, bitch

Since Ace found the eighth in the cleaners

We kept loosin' the wave, now we the flee'est

See how my shit's spinnin' leavin' them sea sick

When we see the water, we home warriors

I came out to play, fuck all that beef shit

If you want my addy, I'm where the p's is

Since I was Bushwick Bill height squeezin'

It's been a decade since we did a feature

But you know where I'm at and you know where my man's from

I'm from Brooklyn, and that's my son

And you my son because you shine like one

I was born in a city where skinny giggas die slow

I'm goin' to Cali for Biggie, Nipsey, and Pop Smoke

Rollin' Cali up with the Ari Grava and Op's doe

Picture me rollin' on Molly, bumpin' Buckshot Shortie, Duck Down,

Top down Feelin' good wind

Candles up, the whole world lookin

I ain't goin' back to the bookings

Skyscraper looking too fly New Brooklyn

I'm shinin' now AP is mine,

It's our time So you shinin' with me

I don't call you son cause you mine, it's cause you shine

I shine, you shine Let's light up the city

Cop a crib downtown for a couple Millie

Feds gon' have to send a chopper up to get me

But I ain't breakin' laws, I'm breakin' jaws

Of any MC who think they fuckin' with me

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