Land of Lords - The Underachievers

Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn

The Beast Coast with us, catch ghost when flow stutters

Like cobras, soul lift, I strode the block no chauffeur

Coast to coast the same shit, I’m that focused

Hold up, Brooklyn they say fronto that’s how we roll up

Fuck you dumbos tryna blunt smoke with no funds

Throw on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego

She know, hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho

Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment

Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it

Higher minds, fire burning, I don’t care what you concern with LSD

On the DV, check the KD floating

I know you peep the steez, golden like I’m chosen

Js leave 'em Z way before the Barclay center open

You hoping, I crash this plane, never man

I’m in the legendary lane, hitting Jane like Tarzan

Pick it up where my brother left it off

Purple drunk, sour diesel be the fuel for all my Brooklyn lords

(Brooklyn lords, theres no control, you niggas lame, I’m going hard)

Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin' noise

Flatbush grown, raised around shottas

We Rastafari Boys, Jah Jah knows, been out the matrix since like a snotty nose

Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga only supposed to though

I count my pesos, I let my brain grow

Watch out for my angels, cuz they stealin' my halo, know they hate though

It’s cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock

Keep the weed 'round my team, so we lean in the spot

The Beast Coast we better than most folks

And no hope for niggas that be testing our brain growth, you get smoked

Like my herbal shuttles, run to be the sun child

Can’t walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline

You get it?

We bringing change, motherfuck your gain fame

I don’t need your damn approval, gotta claim my name

You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game

So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga

Don’t wanna pro preach with you, but watch out for soul killers

Elevate your mind, and don’t listen to no sinners

No sinners, no friend of me

Spray em, they all enemies, sight

I grip your life, don’t get the grip, just fist fight

Knuckle up, fuck happen' and scrappin'

Niggas ain’t tough enough for the bust a slug

Then show a brother love, that’s why you can’t fuck with us

Ah, I remember them hoop dreams

Thought I was the one like high king

Jump shot me, 'til a nigga hit a pot steam

Then a nigga drop rock like a fiend

That two train, till the last stop that man block

Man shots, 10 pun the way to the pop-pop what the blood clot?

(Hey, Tan Boys, World’s Fair, Zombies, Pro Era, A$AP

New York, New York, that’s where it’s at, where it’s at)

We the new New York, better protect your neck

When you’re looking at the god, take another step back

Cause we soaring, while niggas just boring, see me touring

A nigga been chosen to elevate most men, 'til we golden

And count my cheddar, that’s of course

Cause my bitch she wants a horse

But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit call Porsche

My mama want a crib, I said my motherfucker called

You raised a fuckin' demon child, really paid the cost

The cause is paid, 'til we said squeeze lemonades

Flatbush, Brooklyn, where the fuck I’m gonna stay?

And I be chillin' with my villains climbin' on the fuckin millions

And blowin on the loud 'til a nigga touch the ceiling, uh huh

That’s the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong

Bodying tracks, your bitch in the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this

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