Lyrics Exhibit Y - Napoleon Da Legend, Crazy DJ Bazarro

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?