Torae - 9PM In Brooklyn lyrics

rate me

We know this nigga ain’t rapping over no Drake shit

We don’t like fake shit

We don’t want nothing doesn’t sound like the basement

We wanna keep you in place kinda complacent

Cause we don’t want your Murder to get you places that Mase went

Keep all the greatness right here for our self

We don’t want our favorite rappers getting near to the wealth

We don’t want a million albums getting cleared off the shelf

We just wanna file share so we can hear it our self

We don’t want you getting hot once they know what we got

we can’t keep you in our own little box

we can’t book you in our own little spots

Get our own like props

Put you in shitty hotels pay a thousand to rock

Nah we don’t want that this is where Diddy a come ask

Who the dopest new nigga then scoop you up dumb fast

Get you up outta the projects and hit you with dumb cash

And you change when you jump to the Benz from the bus pass

Then youngin I must ask

What’s it really mean if I never get the cover of another magazine

My mother never hear me on the radio & scream

If I never make the come up from the rummage to the scene

Is it all really worth it if I don’t make a profit but was here for a purpose

Cuz it’s a thin line between invaluable & worthless

Cuz it’s a thin line from infallible to perfect

I’m out here tryna work it

I’m out here tryna purchase a crib I wanna leave to my kids

Want them to have the shit that I never did

So I gotta get a gig or a gig

Either I’m working or the crowd getting merked

But shit it gotta be big

Go from ashy to classy I gotta be big

Nigga need a bail out like the economy did

Shit if Romney get then all this shit is smoked

So I ain’t talking to the blacks when I say niggas better vote

You niggas better hope the next one through the rope

In the rap VIP is actually somebody that’s dope

If we don’t get a quote then this shit is a wrap

It’s just 9pm in Brooklyn & I’m telling you the facts x 2