The Old Guard

Uh, yea, uh

Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life
Oh, noo! You damn right
So you can’t judge me
Though my heart’s ugly
It’s hard to love me
Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story
Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story

Cry Nation motherfuckers, straight outta Kingston
If you a playa in this game, you know you lose some and win some
Coming up I was cool kid
Always bout da hustle, never did what them fools did
Da type of nigga to ride, spraying bullets in dude’s crib
If it’s been you can call
I’ll be there with my strap ready for war
I was nine on da grind, hanging out wit da OG’s
They taught me how to load Glocks and showed me how to roll weed
Terry was a soldier, like it or not
Lived in Canada, got deported, came right back on da block
Planting weed and watching for cops
Told me one day I'm gon rise to da top
He said nigga you hot
I cried when my nigga died
Scream ya name on my records so ya life be immortalized
Two Bently, tow Range, look what I bought da guys
Queens, New York be my home now, still I love da River
Scream Cry Nation, shed blood for niggas
'Cause I love my niggas
Lifestyle be da name, 8 7 6 be da clique, wassup my niggas

Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life
Oh, noo! You damn right
So you can’t judge me
Though my heart’s ugly
It’s hard to love me
Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story
Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story

Cry Nation motherfucker, now I'm Queens bound
Can I turn a gram to a key now
Niggas shoot, I shoot, reload, now I got sixteen rounds
We’re holding da streets down
Flushing Queens got me up on things
Chrome wit beam tucked in jeans
Don’t scheme on my fucking team
Heard hood stories bout Preme stacking greens
I'm nineteen, looking for something
Em bitches don’t give pussy for nothing
If I could get em new Nikies for Christmas, nigga I'm stunting
When they ask where you from, we tell em gun bussing Flushing
Full circle, ask Playa bout his time in da projects
Straight out da mud, now shining is a habit
If it’s cheese, I gotta have it
Word to my nigga Raw, June Da Goon
My whole clique gorillas, ya whole crew baboons
Send my love to da River, the next time that you see me
Probably on ya TV
Or on a CD
Or on a shirt, niggas screaming free me
The way I be killing these motherfuckers
Every ghetto in New York, they all love us
What

Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life
Oh, noo! You damn right
So you can’t judge me
Though my heart’s ugly
It’s hard to love me
Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story
Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story

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Hey yo Kay, it’s Smitty, Last night da feds came
Got set up by that French dame
You warned me bout her, I shoulda listened
Never thought she’d be snitching
Game is dirty, can no longer tolerate it
Looking at twenty to life due to the evidence they confiscated
Loyalty is under rated
They’re trying to charge me for crimes that’s non related
Kay you a real one
Look out for my boy, raise him like ya real son
Just keeping it real son
You’re always a true friend when I need one
Holla at Nicko for me
Go see my mom, kiss her for me
Hug my sister for me
Pour out a lil’ liquor me
Remember that bad chick from Harlem I used to fuck, now I'm gone you can dick her for me
Remember how we did it
The flyest in da city
From Jamaica to New York we run shit
From da church to some gun shit
Fucking virgins cause we never fuck dumb chicks
Raised as soldiers, you know how da slum gets
Keeping it thuggin’ from sunrise till sunset
Till da casket drop, Cry Nation rude boy, rep da block

Niggas don’t have a clue what I been through my whole damn life
Oh, no! You damn right
So you can’t judge me
Though my heart’s ugly
It’s hard to love me
Niggas don’t have a clue of da view that I see from my two story
Drug sales and murders on a daily, nigga true story