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Yo, it's gettin' hotter, Barker in the flesh

Yo, he get malicious with it, more or less

Yo, he get suspicious, man, y'all know the rest

Yo, hearts absent in these rapper's chest

Yes, he is resilient if you go reflect

Blessed, them goons holdin' but they on they best

Yo, so when you see 'em better show respect

It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed

Yo, you mother fuckers, y'all ain't actin' right

Y'all niggas spendin' all the paper, y'all ain't trappin' right

Ain't no other way to say it, shit is black and white

I have you on the train to Georgia like you're Gladys Knight

Whoa, he the conductor, fuckers, pay the price

He like a drunk trucker blowin' through the traffic lights

Y'all like some blood suckas, busters in your blood type

The shadow figure push the button, make y'all outta sight






Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on

Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on






Yo, respect the jook, y'all ready know

Yo, I'm burnin' kush, keep that Reggie though

Yo, I'm talkin' bush, y'all so petty though

You in the town, you can get around, no merry-go

Whoa, boy, I shred 'em up, confetti throw

I'm runnin' circles around your circle, who said he owe?

Staten, welcome to the island, we ready, yo

We Getty, yo, and we part Italians, Spaghetti
Os

Yo, I'm 'bout my fetti, that heavy dough

Just let me blow, every forecast is heavy snow

Burr, if Method freezin', I bet he froze

Burr, one with every season, I bet he cold

Forty below let the forty blow

When I'm stealin' forty belows after forty years old, yow

Not Metta World, but meta-flow

And these are tests, try and catch the metaphor






Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on

Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on






Hey, yo, the street is the only life I know

Yo, I get it poppin' everywhere I go

Since I was an embryo, I been that nigga, yo

Shoutout to Wu like the episode from the Martin show

Yo, walk with a Staten strut, burn a dutch

I'm first on the frontline to hit 'em up

Mr. Clutch when it's crunch time, I got the touch

And I don't need a pat on the back, but thank you much

Student of my culture, gun in my holster

Blow some coca, live it, la vida loca

I'm a alpha dog, y'all niggas is analog

We digital, it's impossible to beat the gods

It's logical, why would you go against the odds?

It's possible, you could die for that shit you blog

Check my résumé, real nigga DNA

Get it the ski-mask way 'til my dyin' day






Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on

Yo, y'all know what type of time we on

Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on

Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on