Mic Rowe - BQE lyrics

rate me

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn

Young boys under pressure

Take your full if you let em

Might not see the light again

The boys in the yard fighting again

Beat the pain out a nigga

10 years ain’t no change in a nigga

And he the same as when he came in

Swear to the connect he won’t get caught again

Now he sittin in the box, contemplating on how you got knocked

Strategically thinking about his next drop

Soon as he come home, he open up shop

Cause he ain’t going to the work force

After all the street credit he done worked for

Can’t see himself living out dirt for

So be in jail or he in the pen rehearse for

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn

Queens

Can’t be stopped,

Cop killer queens, even them boys get dropped

Flashing lights loose they top

What you think they gonn do to you, huh?

Blow off youe whole head

Get it past the wall to a loose both legs

Better stay on alert, sleepin it get you hurt

Does often get murked

It just got real, place them 10’s up we bout to hit the field

Cause it’s a army out here

Ain’t no crying for mami round here

And if they see it then they on him

Shots fly get hotter than the sauna

No feel when you touch one then we aim one

Leave you flying without using a layer, son

Brooklyn, brookly, brooklyn, brooklyn

Queens, queens, queens

We got em, cut the

Kevin hart niggas nothing but ...

Them boys ain’t laughin when they doing time

Lil nigga blue trial, even when the dime

Had to take it for the team

As a youngin always had street dreams

He ain’t never wanna ball

They was playing with spald and he was looking for the raw

After the roy wanted more

Thinking he ain’t sellin off

Moms ain’t caer about him, pop said he’d so without him

So them dope boys got him

Now he get money the long way

In the hood they only teach you the wrong way

Flicked half a man but set him straight

Pigs got him, boy going to upper state.