Intro Lyrics

Quit All the talk I'm really Brooklyn's Baby

I can't even get accustomed to this new love  

I spent years being the reason I was souped-up

It's too much smoke for these birds these niggas cooped up  

Fuckin losers, don't be the reason I lace these boots up 

I think you got the wrong idea  

My kicks off bitch boy, set my squad up for a long time here  

The fraud gon fear 

The timing on, got heart then ride alone  

Don't mad papi on, Madicon  

Knock me nah, find out why  

I can't subside, the plan's just fine  

My village taught me to be a stand up guy 

My kind don't die we get money and get multiply  

My nigga listen up, the whole plan's not to give a fuck  

Hungry as ever, see you ain't gotta bring no menu up 

I'm bout to touch down, think they feel it when I'm inching up 

This type of ambition make everybody start resenting Ya sheesh  

I mean I'm blessed dog 

Ahead of the curve and I ain't gotta stress y'all 

Come through and conquer and get ready for the next war  

Still more groomed than when you droppin ya pets off  

You know the fits is on drippy 

They talk is all envy  

They pockets on skippy 

And we don't ball friendly  

I got the secret they watching, just come and talk to me  

More class than show and tell, look what I brought with me  

Like, they ain't expect it, I was losing they said it  

With all this chattin they doing, how they aint get message  

Raised mine like a parent so you gotta respect it  

Could give a fuck about a chain, if my momma still stressing 

My nigga we on, everything you cling on  

Dream on, peons, papi be here for eons 

For my team I be LeBron  

Representing my legion  

You niggas get more questions than our freedom  

Got hundred thousand reasons  

Can't take a day off youngin 

You know they move on the hand, don't make me Adolf something  

I gotta say y'all bugging 

Thinking we stopped hustling 

I bring something new to family like meet y'all cousin 

You see that style the new throw back  

I'm stepping on the door mat 

Knowledge is power nigga, what they call me since I know that 

Nigga want my dough back 

Need it all won't go back 

Niggas won't give me flowers I'll get a garden and grow that  

Season 

Quit all the talk

Quit All the talk I'm really Brooklyn's Baby

You know the motherfuckin vibe