THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT'S ABOUT TO HIT EM

(Bridge)

yo they don't know what's about to hit em, son

I'm from the streets, and I'm so hyphy. Up, town, baby. White, t's, baggy jeans, timberlin boots. Taking you back to my roots. I'm from The Bronx. I don't care if you don't like me. Rolling up this b, blazing the Kush ice cream.

( Bridge)

Yo They don't know what's about to hit em,son

Go crazy on em, Go crazy on em. As we're walking down the street singing to this beat. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em. You aint never heard an angel like me. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em

(Bridge)

Yo They don't know what's about to hit em ,son

Half man, half angel, half hood. I feel amazing, growing up in my hood. Had to pack that heat. People try to run up on ya.

My crew always wylin people be grimy up in the trenches.

My crew always had my back. I never forgot about my boys from the hood. I got mad love for ya.

(Bridge)

Yo they don't know what's about to hit em, Son

Go crazy on em, Go crazy on em. As we're walking down the street singing to this beat. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em. You aint never heard an angel like me. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em

(Bridge)

Yo They don't know what's about to hit em, son

Go crazy on em, Go crazy on em. As we're walking down the street singing to this beat. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em. You aint never heard an angel like me. Go crazy on em, go crazy on em