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hadji gaviota - brooklyn-queens day lyrics

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(hadji gaviota)
so back, back it up like the bqe traffic
middle of the pack and y’all ain’t even holographic
holla at you mans, tryna get in mark’s camp
get blocked, marcus camby, y’all can’t be with it

(josh marks)
og knicks sh-t, this is
a no-flex zone, don’t try to stunt round me, lil n-gga
i am not friendly, hands slept good and plenty
plus i’m a lyrical semi i won’t sleep till they are buried

(hadji gaviota)
yeah, bury me, in the barrio
astoria queens, a fat kid, shout out terio
i glowed up, to warrior dreams, steph from 3, stress & worry free
these bars aren’t, top of the book, a f-ckin aardvark

(josh marks)
these bars are top of the line, i’m finna be the goat
you should know, i only got the time to say that i ain’t got the time
to -ssociate with scrubs, back to the wall or a small sack
all y’all dubs

(hadji gaviota)
where is the love? will.i.am justin
well i am trusting y’all to see me poppin’ in broad day like a d-mn luncheon
ride the beat like a d-mn bustin, longboard
i hear y’all i’m beyond bored, what you on for?

(josh marks)
what more they want, mama?
more moola that’s only gonna bring more problems
still want grammys, enough to fill up a whole island
still want fans of me maybe that make me less triflin’

(hadji gaviota)
clap, clap clap
yeah the fans like it
i got my foot on the pedal boy and i ain’t biking
i’m d-mn focused, i’m tryna get like frank ocean
and put my whole 401k over hov’s with no quotient

(josh marks)
respect the grind learn to appreciate the motion
opportunity don’t knock, i leave my door open
pedal to the floor and i can’t stop
gimme more adrenaline my ego feel like the cream of the crop

(hadji gaviota)
they dream of droppin’ what i drop, it’s unconcievably hot
like trump’s global warming, or the spot his soul is gon’ rot

(josh marks)
tell him i’ll see him in h-ll, if it exists then we go
and if it doesn’t then well, you all still enjoy the show

(hadji gaviota)
curtains up, pour them bourbons up, cause for celebration
we there, and you not yet, ice cube’s vacation

(josh marks)
make your top 10 vacant, throw me and hadji in there
5, 5, like we threw a couple lincolns

(hadji gaviota)
5’5″ like my future wife
or 5’6″, i’m crazy like a night in future life
and when i see eras in the future all i see is me & josh
getting erra-erra’d in the booth, we not aloof

(josh marks)
here’s the truth, it’s 113 degrees in the booth
and i’m here eating soup, in some timberland boots
salute my troops, west side is gon live forever
i am living proof

(hadji gaviota)
yeah, it’s timbs in the summer, timb timbs in the summer
new york we do it big like rims on a hummer
do a bit of errything like a young donny glover
i spot an undercover ‘fore he clocks in, i’m boxing

(josh marks)
i’m duckin’, i’m divin’
but the public eye is watching for a private prison
but we see eye to eye cause chains a part of both missions
this is life in my city, taught me play like i’m down, i been up 50

(hadji gaviota)
i’m up as high as 50 was in ’03, i’mma live or die tryin’
i’m la flying, bumping 03 and smoking whole ozs of legalized fire
a ring on each finger like i’m eli’s giants

(josh marks)
smoking super bowl os
but i’m tryna get like 2010 mamba that’s the goal
ring on every finger count to 5 lil bro
like the water to the moon, been moved by the flow
i know soon i’mma glow

(hadji gaviota)
yeah
the tides is pullin’, i’m rising through it
like kelly slater, water skater, web surfers give me data
til i bloom like tulips, in the netherlands
and spend 1+7 days counting all my presents like i’m jewish

(josh marks)
counting all my blessings and the lessons that i’ve learned
i put the matches to the bridges and i watched all of them burn
i put my eyes to the mirror, tallied every win i earned
put my mind to the lyrics so these worries no concern

(hadji gaviota)
it don’t concern me
how y’all fairweathers change, i’m a fir tree
and i’m ever in the green, never fatigued, perpetually dreaming
it’s something like, medellin to fiends how they receive me

(josh marks)
last bars, should they be about the block that i’m from
or the flowers that bloomed, or the ones that never saw them the sun
or the thing that we feeling, or that thing that we all running from
or the lack of our healing, or maybe just nothing at all

(hadji gaviota)
i’m watching seinfeld in the crib with old wale blasting
i got nothing left to say but, f-ck sean hannity and
be prepared to see wins, cause i don’t take days off
that ain’t brooklyn-queens day, the end

roll credits, while y’all swiping debits
swiper no swiping, uhh, b-tch! (laugh)

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