The Underachievers - Land Of Lords lyrics

rate me

Raised in flatbush, hard in brooklyn

The peace coast with us, kes ghost when flow stutters

Like cobra, so live for I show the blocks no chauffeur

Coast to coast, same shit, I’m that focus

Hold up, brooklyn they sat frontals how we roll up

Fucking numbers, tryina bless fuck with no fuss

Thrown on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego, cino

Hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay how

Bank rose be my occupation for the moment

Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it

Have your minds fire burning, I don’t care what you concern with lsd

On the dv, check the kp floating

I know you beat the steeze, golden like I’m chosen

Jay leave them z, women for the ...center open

You hopin, I crash this plane, never man

I’m in the legendary lane, jayz like tarzan

Hitting jayz like tarzan, fuck you and your man

Pick it up, where my brother left it off

Purple tronks, sour diesel be the few for all my brooklyn lords

Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise

Flappers grow, and rate the...boys

Jaja knows, been out the majors since like ...knows

Switching flows like a brooklyn nigga only sposed to dump

I count my pesos, I let my brain girl

Watch out for my endo cause they tailin hailows

Cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock

Keep the weed round my team, so we lean in the spot

The beats ghost we better than most folks

And no hope for niggas that be blessin our brain

Grove you death smoke, like my urban chateau

Blunt to the sun chal, can’t walk a mile in my shoes

Cause we run that brooklawn

You get it, we bringing change, motherfuck your game fame

I delete your ...gotta clear my name

You niggas fucking shooters, we the majors of this game

So take a seat nigga, and let the god teach nigga

Don’t wanna po preach with you, but one of us soul killers

No sinners, no frienemies, praying they all enemies

I grip your life, don’t get to grip, just fist fight

Knuckle up, fuck happen and scrapin

Niggas ain’t tough enough for the bus to slump

Then show a brother love, that’s why you can’t fuck with us

Ah, I remember them hopp dreams

Thought I was the one like high king

Jump shot me, till a nigga hit a pot steam

Then a nigga drop rock like a fiend

That 2 train, till the last stop that man block

Man shots, ...with a blood clot

10 boys, world’s fair, zombies, pro era, asap

New york, new york, that’s west out, west out

We’re the new new york, better protect your neck

When you’re looking at the guard, take another step back

Cause we soarin, while niggas borin, see me tourin

A nigga been chosen to elevate most mental, we go deep

And caught my cedar, that’s of course

Cause my bitch she wants a horse

But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit got porsche

My mama want a crib, I tell my motherfucker...

You the razor fuckin image of riddim and the corn

Your corpse is paid, so we just squeeze lemonades

Flatbush brooklyn, what the fuck I’m gonna stay in

And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the fuckin millions

And blow it on the loud till a nigga touch the ceilin

That’s the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong

Body and tracks, division the back of the cadillac.