Albee Square Mall

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 hoodies, 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 --- Albee Square Mall - Livin' Proof, Skyzoo and Torae