Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn's Own, artist - Joey Bada$$.
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Brooklyn's Own |
Badmon representing |
Peace to the world |
Peace to the earth |
Check it out |
I said, shit ain’t been the same since we made Killuminati |
Hex across my chest see it written across my body |
Bury me in gold 47 karat casket |
Resurrect my soul come back as your favorite rapper |
What if I told you there was nothing to be scared of |
Nothing but yourself and all the lies they shared ya |
Look at all the lives that we lost 'cause we fear love |
To the unknown and Biggie’s dream getting teared up |
Lack of reverence for this sacred land we stand on |
Its incoherent to the very things we planned on |
Can’t understand it if you never expand your |
Indoctrinated minds, playing possum to the times |
Thanking God I’m still alive |
Every time I open my eyes in fact I lie |
But lord knows I try |
Tell me how we gon' survive in America |
It’s a mass terror in everything I’m telling ya |
Yo, it;s a genocide going on outside |
Homicide, suicide, choose a side |
You decide who stays alive, who gets crucified |
Who deserve to die, hope it’s never mine |
Got my mama horrified every time I go outside |
I can feel her heart beat when I’m in these dark streets |
Yeah man I’m from Marcy, so the fact I made it here |
Should in fact be haunting, 'cause I can make it anywhere |
And nigga I’m |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
That’s right I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
Said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
To the world |
Yo, had ties to troops in Bed Stuy |
Following, my heart stopped at the red light |
Lexus the ride then we blasting out of sight |
Like satellite, know a nigga stay with the dynamite |
Its plain in Brooklyn, don’t get your chain took when you’re not looking |
Ain’t nothing worst than a Flatbush man with a gun in his hand |
Ready to die for rubber band filled with just a couple grand |
Kiss my Nanamen, how it feel |
Ready to kill when you still got your hands on the wheel |
Like I said the flow so ill, like I’m writing wills |
When the skills get spilled |
So tell me what you think you better not blink |
But to sink slow to your death, best to watch your step |
I got 'em on the edge let me tell 'em what I rep |
Its the Brooklyn set and I don’t see no threats |
I don’t see no threats nigga |
Its the best nigga, you guessed nigga |
Ya ya, ya ya |
I said I tell 'em right here I’m from |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
That’s right I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
Said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
To the world |
Big up everybody out in Flatbush |
Big up everybody out in Brownsville |
Big up everybody out in Bed Stuy |
Big up everybody in the ground still |
Big up everybody in the Canarsie |
Big up everybody all my people out in Coney |
Big up everybody out in East New York |
Big up all my Brooklyn people all across |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |
My baby |
I said I’m Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s, Brooklyn’s own |