Hoodies & Bombers

[Intro: Tyrone Briggs]
Uh, uh
Look

[Verse 1: Tyrone Briggs]
Ski Mask the game like the corners in New York done taught us
Overcharge 'em for how they did De La Soul & The Cold Crush
Hoodies and bombers my attire until it's over
Don't expect for me to lighten up, boy, I'm not Sammy Sosa
Protect your neck or expect a deck, I'm from Staten
Fell back a few steps and snapped back to find the new era capping
Break rappers down to a science, what you gotta provide for this pro-tons
For a positive charge, I'll get at 'em
Cereal at night, coming up appeared to be normal
Was told that money talks and my pockets were anti-social
Now I send an invoice every time I turn on Pro Tools
I get what you get for a brick to rap the shit I go through
Hustle begun with my moms, I come from the slums
So now it's my time to eat, don't want none of the crumbs
I want the whole plate
My starting lineup look like Golden State
And this year, we coming after hours like we open late
But

[Verse 2: Cortez]
Roll up
Brooklyn
Yeah
Yo
I been dancing on keys, like since a youngin (Uh-huh)
P's come in abundance
For green, we quick to up it and squeeze (Fuck it)
It's in that black hood, we don't tuck it
D's they finna rush us
When the yellow tape circle your P's (Woo)
We grip sticks, we down to ride
Brooklyn ballistics, homicides
Corner store legends sold bricks out of Mommas Friend
Was out my mind ducking charges
I learned to corner markets
I turned the corner store into a corner office
I beg your pardon, but I'm not them, they hating it
For all that drip, a pool of blood, you can bathe in it
Y'all do it for the 'Gram, them grams? Shit, I was shaving it
Fiends like Tony with powder, they put they face in it
Whip with the bass in it, it's point eight accurate
I'm bodega trafficking, I got the game panicking
Can't confuse the confidence with arrogance, it's sacrificial lamb
They went and crossed the goat, I turned baphomet
Brooklyn