One, two, three and to the four
I love pussy galore feel that dick up in your core
This that Staten rapping boom bapping at corner stores
My left stroke the death stroke when it rains it pours
Let me tell you where it started how Analogical came to
Pops found Liberian girl I guess he came too
Voila Jaunita prayed hard for a little baby boy
Promise to destroy anybody robbing her baby joy
Born in the A but we quickly left like them fighter jets
Slept through the struggle a little bit like a narcoleptic
Finally felt that winter cold couldn't process or understand
Heating up the stove we boiling water in pots and pans
Remember brick nights we evict to that Crown Vic
Momma praying to lord don't let my baby get sick
Pops in looking them papers for something that he can land
Got to do for his kids we shacking with friends and fam
Hold up just like that look alive in his suit and tie
Pops got a job counting numbers to provide for five
Now we all abroad to them Killa Hill projects
Product of my environment momma it's only logic
Reality setting in my momma felt devastation
Her son could be pushing rock like the nation of domination
She came to a revelation she started praying patience
The lord don't make mistake make the best of a situation
PS 57 is where I lost my first fight
Misfit I just want to run like a gorgonite
Pops said you'll never ever even earn respect like that
Choose to be a soldier or choose to be an aristocat
If someone hits you once hit them back twice
Even if they hit you hard grill 'em tell 'em that's light
Uncle Snoop told me we don't love these hoes don't be a hero
Got to lease the hoe I'm in and out the box like tracker geos
Once the world reveals it self these truths no longer puzzle you
Hard times on that struggle bus really humble you
God has a plan believe that he'll never fumble you
Escaping in my music my heroes wore yellow Ws
Summer nights we go on bodega lottery runs
Liberia Independence we out here eating a ton
GB Jollof Kala Palm Butter all in the mix
Gimme another fix that GB be finger lick
Then momma she got hustle determination her mission
A day care for the project kids extra commission
Pull me to the side said little man listen
Say goodbye to your friends then we moved to Port Richmond
Kid in the mirror you have grown so much
I want to tell everything my advice don't rush
The world don't want it with I
Rhetorical don't reply
You were softer than pumpkin pie
Was Casper now Poltergeist
Liberians at your call and they really ready to roar
You're too late when you hear the machete scratching the door
There's no where to run all of my niggas built for the lurk
I give them the word birds to chest like some Drizzy Merch
But give me a toilet lid or a seat I'm over the shit
No matter how old you get remember your inner kid
Big eyes big cheeks wait you Juanita's Baby?
Awwwwww welcome back to Killa Hill Baby
We heard you moved to Port hope everything's wavy
Don't forget about us here at Killa Hill Baby
Wait you in Carolina when'd you move that's crazy
Don't forget where you started at Killa Hill Baby