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BK’S FINEST
Joey Badass feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & Fly, CJ
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(Brooklyn) B-R double O K-L-Y-N
Like that, I had it like that (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)
(Statik Selektah, yeah-yeah) I made it like that (BK, where I be at)
Ayo, came a long way from the streets of Brooklyn, Medina
Now I'm fuckin' model hos from Wilhelmina
You can blame the city I'm from for my crooked demeanor
Reason why I always gotta keep a Nina (baow, baow)
Niggas might clean up nice, but know the God cleaner (the God clean)
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, you niggas keep on fakin' it (yeah)
My borough's thorough, nigga, we made for this (yeah)
We some grimy niggas, fuck your baby moms and tape the shit (yeah, haha)
Shout out to my niggas who made it out, tryna stay legit (word up)
Where I'm from, the dope boys the role models (yeah)
Hov laid out the blueprint, we all tried to follow
Word to the Brooklyn's finest, rest in peace to Clark Kent
Make a nightmare out these street dreams, if you got pinched
I got shooters in every hood, in Bedstuy, I'm super good (baow, baow)
My Flatbush niggas wish a nigga would (yeah)
My killer's in the Floss'll light you in the wood (brrt)
Crown Heights stay paid, my Brownsvillains still droppin' corpses, you should be afraid, ah
BK, Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn (yeah)
Represent, Brooklyn
Not at all (BK, where I be at, not at)
Peep the Steez and the way these hos sweat us (uh-huh)
These lames stressin' over the throne, but Rome been better (these niggas washed)
Chin checkers, stylin' on lame niggas with thin cheddar
Got vendettas 'gainst ass betters and cheap leathers (uh-huh)
Flee in Prada sweaters, locked up, she sent a lotta letters (yeah)
For the love of Rome, she do whatever, got her locked forever
Now I'm makin' brick guap from my acapellas
Started out with dope in my sock, re-rock and extras (uh-huh)
Fly arrogant, had a trap in Farragut
Thousand for an ounce, the Rolex dial Arabic
From dope boys to star whores, thought I did a magic trick (haha)
You ain't half as lit, when my raps is like a acid trip
No smoke, your favorite rapper want a bag to sniff (fuck him)
A Percocet and a ghostwriter to match the shit
Copy, know good kids that caught bodies
And dope fiends that'll smoke you like Chris Moltisanti (baow, baow)
BK, Brooklyn
What we live is what you read about
Wel-wel-welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn (BK, where I be at)
Uh, Cypress Hill to Clinton, huh, East New York, the 'Ville and all
Flatbush to the floors, Bedstuy boy at heart
Fort Greene show me love, feelin' like the old mix
Mobbin' through Atlantic Mall, Lord
I order personal Moët to sip slow and check the Santos
Time wait for no man
I serenade the money, romance, fondle with both hands
Hustle like a corner boy
A Miu Miu corduroy, these diamonds gettin' gaudy on me, uh (sheesh)
If rap ain't work, I woulda been robbin', I'm God's son
Used to rock a fade like Nas, but I'm borderline Jay like I coulda been from Marcy
I never live with options, I knew my only job was to get it how I saw it
Think big, nothin' small, we treat the 'Clays like the Garden
And ain't shit sweet, but the suite, we up top, watchin' players from afar
Like it's all we ever wanted, turned the humble shit to hunger, nigga, yeah
Brooklyn
B-R double O K-L-Y-N ('cause I want it like that)
Had it like that, yeah (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)
Yo (BK, where I be at)
Fuck all the glamours and glitz, keep a hammer and wrench
So all you broke motherfuckers get dismantled and fixed
I watered my money trees 'cause I plan to be rich
OG put in pain in the Towns, like I ran with the Knicks
Ain't never joshin' around, 'cause you know I got heart
It's a dummy move to fuck with me, you know that ain't smart
You think you invincible, but shoulda known you a mark
I stay sharp and on point like I'm throwin' the dart
On God, never missin' my target, I'm like a marksman
Know some reputables from Jefferson Avenue down in Clarkson
Plus, they ain't seein' me like I had dark tint
They hate to see my dark skin, I sharpen my harpoon when I see shark fins
Heads start to turn soon as I walk in
And even if my exorcist an ex or sis, can tell you we ain't all kin
She gave me wood, I filled her up like I was caulkin'
Collect my royalties because I'm someone who they call kin, it's Fly
Brooklyn
'Cause I want it like that, got it like that (B-R double O K-L-Y-N)
Had it like that (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)
Shout out all my niggas out in East New York, mane (BK, where I be at)
BK (nam sayin'? Brooklyn)
What we live is what you read about (to all my, my Red Hook niggas)
Welcome to Crooklyn
Represent, Brooklyn (Don Coney Island niggas)
BK, where I be at (yeah)