Brooklyn Dreams and Hustles

Born where the stoops talk, where the trains scream steel. Graffiti tags on

the wall, city signing a deal. Timbs hit the pavement,

swagger real colossal. Every step echoes, empire's apostle. Pizza slice grease, I'm the sauce

in the borough. Gold hoops dangle, drip sharper than an arrow. Skyline watching,

dreams bigger than the projects. Crown on my head, ain't no room

for projects. Straight outta Brooklyn, queen pen energy. Concrete jungle bred the best of

me. Block to block, yeah, the world gon' see

that the borough's in my blood, that's my legacy. Hustle like a bodega,