Let it rock (Conductor) (They fucked around, woke up the starseed from Marcy) (Not the projects, but the) Yeah What you want me to do? Bitch, I'm sorry, haha I'm sorry, not sorry Look, ayo They fucked around, woke up the starseed from Marcy Not the projects but them Brooklyn streets where my heart beat 51 Hart Street, 193 Vernon Avenue Niggas wit' attitude mad I'm bigging up my city, that's something I had to do Do or die, home of the gully where we let lead fly (boom) 2025 on my bully, I know that men lie (yeah) Women lie but Joey don't (uh) Might delete later, I know damn sure that Joey won't Fuck it, I want all the smoke (yeah), put my credit on the line 'Cause niggas can't fuck with me, we talkin' 'bout it line for line The audacity of this nigga, he must be out his mind Haunted by the ghost of Biggie and 'Pac, I'm them combined Spent many years minding mines, out of sight and out of mind Now I'm front in line, all the signs saying this my time Swear it's so divine, properly align this little light of mine Promise I'ma let it shine till it leave you niggas blind Yeah, respect that, ho Yeah, check that though Yeah (light work) Uh What you want me to do? Bitch, I'm sorry I'm sorry, not sorry, yeah I said I'm sorry, not sorry, bitch I'm sorry, not, yeah (Hahahaha) Yeah Hold on, man, shit (conductor) We got that foot on you niggas' necks, nigga, haha Look Uh And the pockets run deep, never slow leak Nigga, what's beef? Huh Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep, uh Wake up with no appetite, and now you can't eat, uh, now you can't speak (nah) Cat got his tongue, he been missin' all week, uh Perfect time to separate the strong from the weak, uh I won't ever hesitate, won't ever miss a beat, nah Stay calm and meditate, but know I got a be on, uh Don't be alarmed (yeah), pistol in my palm To pick apart you pussy niggas plottin' all along (that's right) Yeah, like: Not today, Satan (not today) In fact, me and God been havin' great conversations (right) Admiring the constellations (yeah) Everyday is new thoughts and new observations Know I gotta move forth, ain't no time for wastin' Now I'm carryin' the torch for my generation with no hesitation Yeah, I'm ten toes deep, you get cold feet Nigga gotta hold heat, that's what the streets told me Written manifesto of a young G Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me (yeah) I'm ten toes deep, you get cold feet (yuh) Nigga got the hold heat, that's what the streets told me Written manifesto of a young G Having premonitions, many men tryna smoke me Straight like that (yeah) Ayo (yeah, shit like that, nigga) (Uh), uh Woo Sweet gospel music 2025 music I'm back He's back