Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exhibit Y, artist - Napoleon Da Legend. Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Exhibit Y |
| When I was up and in my teens clubbing the scene |
| Drove a gold Sebring called it a yellow submarine |
| Rocking Custom made T’s hustling just to supplement my fees |
| Not too far from our government of thieves |
| If it was up to me, all these politicians out of here |
| Corrupt system of blood suckers rush these killers out of here |
| Trump types out of here, all these judges out of here |
| Neighbors sending me threats telling me it’s getting loud in here |
| They can go to hell and get the fuck out of here |
| Smoking black and milds drunk Daily was routine |
| Hitting Adams Morgan up: 14th and U street |
| Cedric have the two seat tita had the beamers |
| Phenom broke out Lexus before the court subpoenas |
| Head up to Potomac at Malick’s crib was chilling |
| Alonzo Mourning’s neighborhood freak chicks in the building |
| Ritz and DC live was popping 2Pac D |
| Dominique Moxie I was 15 belligerent and cocky |
| Heading to the back to the embassy, women in the car seat |
| There was Yankee Boy, Ron Deberrie contrarily to popular belief |
| Most the action happened on the street |
| Prostitution was in full effect these girls were turning tricks |
| We was at school next day and we wasn’t learning shit |
| Unapologetic it was ours for us to get it |
| And anything less would means we would be raising Armageddon |
| Charlottesville to Philly, King of Prussia, Delaware |
| Tolerance for liquor high we drunk and still we well aware |
| We was on the come up traps were hidden everywhere |
| They sell us fear yet they scared of our melanin and hair |
| Our intelligence athletics and our flair |
| Cause my culture and my heritage is rare |
| Camouflaging their intentions, underneath the mask that they wear |
| I swear, it seemed I would escape death weekly |
| Scoop Life in PG county then we would jet to DC |
| After hour spots we let the food absorb the liquor |
| Dodging DUI’s paranoid, when the lights would flicker |
| Yall were crazy, running around like… |
| At the Eye Bar with Tita, Tony Kitrell and Marlon |
| Brawling with Allen Iverson’s bodyguards in the process |
| A Belvy bottle broke, blood was flowing on the carpet |
| Chicks were screaming, we were throwing wild blows in the darkness |
| Woke up in my apartment like «did that really happen?» |
| Couldn’t snap out of that reality I was attracting |
| Infatuated by entertainment and the life of rapper |
| Brothers had some talent and we just want to tap in |
| Oh my God! |
| How you still alive? |
| They call me Po the Leg emperor |
| Fuck that! |
| Call me Po the leg Tesla, Leg the pro wrestler |
| Po the Leg excellence wreck a set on the regular |
| Extra-terres' embezzler my weapons got the best of ya |
| They slept on the beloved, methods I got a plethorah |
| You ain’t really tough, when nobody standing next to ya |
| You yelling what? |
| Bruh, you prey or a predator? |
| Calling a vic' a prey what happens when they arresting ya? |
| At the church praying with the man who oppress ya? |