Skyzoo - Albee Square Mall lyrics
rate meft. Torae, Livin Proof
Word to the love of a broke chain that grew up in New Cuban
Linked to a smoke range
We grew up to getting to it, wondering how they show it
But grew up kinds fast by wondering how they load it
Product of the ‘80s, ’95 Navy
The Empire roller ring was out here tryna raise me
Straight up out the cake, my friends get out to grip
And the dream was to stick up the stickers like Matty Rich
Super drugs with the capes, went with kids to the park
And the fiends tryna cop off benefit cards
From the two pounds at home courtesy of two apartments
We both widowed ones with the most heart of the heartless
So, therefore, I don’t make music for…I make mine for the gods that grew up how I came up
Get the same answer if you ever got and looked at me
Tell ‘em win or lose, baby, everything is fortune
Yeah, the product of Albee Square Mall, baby
Same arrow forever, we want it all, baby
Yeah, we been busy running the globe
Might travel round the world but we always rep home
I’m a product of the barrel really blew that worth
We’ll do that dirt, shoot through your skirt
So this…east side all the time, homie, know your turf
I’m know from Coney Island out to Williamsburg
And everything in between, nigga, I kill to swerve
Going…I know that ignorant shit you like
I’m on that ignorant shit you need
Run through the door with the 4 like get on your knees
You know what’s up, we came for the keys
Nigga please, these things gain murder malice
Living proof of the truth, see, I murk from Dallas
Smarten up, got aggressive, I had to work my talents
They cooped the projects, I know you heard about it
Yeah, the product of Albee Square Mall, baby
Same arrow forever, we want it all, baby
Yeah, we been busy running the globe
Might travel round the world but we always rep home
Posted on the corner with my main shoot
Good hodies, cold sagging over 10 boots
Gold chain swinging, the whole gang hanging
That click clack and bang, that’s what we’ve been through
Holla at the joints as they walk passed
Tryna bag your shorty, got a fat ass
Get the number, get the camera on, get to hump her
A year later you don’t fuck with your baby mother
Your baby brother came home from a bay
Right back to selling crack, he can’t get ‘em again
Your moms is stressed out, your pops done left out
And your grandmother get stuck raising your kids
This the life of the borough…just pray God know the reason I sin
Yeah, the product of Albee Square Mall, baby
Same arrow forever, we want it all, baby
Yeah, we been busy running the globe
Might travel round the world but we always rep home
