Land Of Lords (Prod. Taleil Brown)

by GLEE

(Verse 1: AK)
Raised in Flatbush, born in Brooklyn
The Beast Coast with us, catch ghost when flow studders
Like cobras, soul lift, I strode the block no chauffeur
Coast to coast the same shit, I'm that focus
Hold up, Brooklyn they ? fronto that's how we roll up
Fuck you ??? tryna bless one with no fuss
Throw on aroma, sour diesel, higher than my ego
She know, hold a bitch closer than my pesos, you lay ho
Bank rolls be my occupation for the moment
Elevated, overthrow the government, you know we on it
Higher minds, fire burning, I dont care what you concern with LSD
On the ?, check the ? floating
I know you peep the steez, golden like I'm chosen
Jays leave em Z, way before the Barkley center open
You hoping, I crash this plane, never man
Im in the legendary lane, hiting Jane like Tarzan
(Verse 2: Issa Dash)
Pick it up, where my brother left it off
Purple drunk, sour diesel be the fuel for all my Brooklyn lords
(Brooklyn lords, theres no control, you niggas lame, Im going hard)
Living large, watch out for coppers, you know they makin noise
Flatbush grown, ???
? knows, been a major since like a snotty nose
Switching flows like a Brooklyn nigga on these folks too dope
I count my pesos, I let my brain grow
Watch out for my endo, ???, know they hate though
It's cause we clean on the block, living dreams on the clock
Keep the weed 'round my team, so we lean in the spot
The Beast Coast we better than most folks
And no hope for niggas that be testing our brain growth, you dead smoked
Like my herbal shuttles, ? to be the sun child
Can't walk a mile in my shoes cause we run that Brookline
You get it? We bringing change, motherfuck your gain fame
I don't need your damn approval, gotta claim my name
You niggas fucking shooters, we the matches of this game
So take a seat nigga, and let a God teach nigga
Don't wanna pro preach with you, but one of us soul killers
Elevate your mind, and don't listen to no sinners
(Verse 3: AK)
No sinners, no friend of me
Spray em, 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 (?slop/slump?)
Then show a brother love, that's why you can't fuck with us
Ah, I remember them hoop 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 two train, till the last stop that man block
Man shots, 10 pun the way to the ?? what a blood clot
(Hey, Tan Boys, World's Fair, Zombies, Pro Era, ASAP
New York, New York, that's where it’s at, where it’s at)
(Verse 4: Issa Dash)
We the new New York, better protect your neck
When you're looking at the god, take another step back
Cause we soaring, while niggas just boring, see me touring
A nigga been chosen to elevate most men, til we go then
And count my cheddar, that's of course
Cause my bitch she wants a horse
But I mind just say for fuck it and go cop that shit call Porsche
My mama want a crib, I said my motherfucker ?
You the razor fuckin image of ?
The cause is paid, till we said squeeze lemonades
Flatbush Brooklyn, where the fuck I'm gonna stay?
And I be chillin with my villains climbin on the fuckin millions
And blowin on the loud till a nigga touch the ceiling aha
(Outro)
That's the end of the song, and nigga know me can do no wrong
Body and tracks, division the back of the Cadillac, now you know all this shit