[ heavy beat with a piano Melody with an a 808 drum 80 beat per minute with a New York grammar]
Chorus (2x)
Brooklyn to the day I die,
Brooklyn to the day I rise.
I’ma stay zoned out ’til I cash out,
Buy shots ’til they all pass out.
Timbs on my feet, make my outfit complete,
Every step heavy when I walk these streets.
Fuck with me ‘cause I’m Dougie Fresh,
A walking statement while you fake niggas stress.
I’m eating well like I was caged in,
Made for these stages, I was born to win.
Making history while you live in misery,
Literally dripped in clothes from Sicily.
Paint pictures vividly like Picasso,
Dame chavo getting cheese like nachos.
Sold cocaine with macho ambition,
Stay fresh, boy, that’s the definition.
Buy new shit, keep it exclusive,
New whip, new rims, got the city moving.
New bitch, new goals, new influence,
Brooklyn niggas show these niggas how to do this.
Chorus (2x)
Brooklyn to the day I die,
Brooklyn to the day I rise.
Turn your diamonds into rubies when your blood drips on your jewelry,
Who are you balling with, with your gold-plated jewelry?
Brooklyn nightcrawler, smooth like strollers,
Hoopties to Corollas, still riding like rollers.
I’m a sergeant, new soldier, new blood, move over,
When I step into the game, it’s officially game over.
Coconut Range Rover, coconut Cîroc, no hangover,
Eyes low, mind focused, getting colder as I get older.
Chilling with tropical bitches trying to get their hands on my riches,
I stay alert, seen too many dreams turn into snitches.
Timbs on the pavement, Brooklyn made me dangerous,
Hustle in my bloodstream, ambition got me famous.
From the corners to the stages, writing stories through the ages,
While they stuck turning pages, I’m out here filling up the pages.
Crown on my shoulders, never needed their approval,
Brooklyn to the grave, every move is monumental.
Chorus (2x)
Brooklyn to the day I die,
Brooklyn to the day I rise.
Nove
