Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TJ Porter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Reaves
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Composer
Christopher Ruelas
Composer
Dustin James Corbett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Butcha
Producer
Nascent
Producer
Christopher Ulrich
Recording Engineer
Lee Wiggins
Mixing Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ha
****, I'm from Harlem
It's Porter
[Verse 2]
I'm from Harlem, so the H it stand for the straight hustlers
This a jungle, all gorillas, them killers and gun busters
I be ridin' 'round, fryin' like Porter on Willie's Burgers
I be fuckin' with them **** nobody ain't never heard of
TJ Porter, Harlem's finest, I 'm bringin' the old back
Any drug up in Harlem, my **** done sold that
And I make the town lit, my ****, that's cold facts
In the city, anywhere, everybody know that
Spin the block now, when we pullin' up, the top down
Yeah, it's hot now, wheeler hidin' in my sock now
Workin' all year, now they sayin' I'ma pop now
Harlem on lock, I feel like I'm on top now
What? Jumpin' out the whip with the mink and I'm straight frontin'
If you took that took then my **** is straight dumpin'
If I make that call then my **** is all comin'
Comin' through your block, yeah, **** is all runnin'
Let's talk about Harlem, 55th
Pee Wee Kirk' put up fifty and took a trip
Harlem 6th, 42nd to 45th
And Big L, forty wolves in this shit
Don't forget about Dame and Biggs and the best out
All them other **** hatin', I bet they feel left out
3-6, that's the land, they cookin' up in the pan
And they cool with the L, cases jumpin' out the van
We have force to win it, now we all at the kingdom
Shots fired, ringin' off, now we all headed home
12 heard bang-bang, Jim was posted up, he had the chrome
Cam had the pink Range, Dipset was in the zone
Now let's take it to the Eastside, ****, let's talk the facts
Man, they cookouts and they cavemen, they put them on the map
Now it's my block, Wagner, and you seen 'Lark Lemon
Everybody, Kenny Hutch' ballin' out with Joe Hammond
Middle East ****, or for short just call 'em M-E-N
Sloane boys, 3TM, da da doe, we back again
That's Piff Unit, know you remember the smiley faces
19, summer games, yeah, I know that them shits was crazy
Now we in Johnson with it, RIP Lee and John Doe
Ty wild on the bike, yeah, you know how it go
Now we walkin' past the border, headin' down to first Ave
RIP Woozie Woo, he was screamin' "Rider Ave"
Now it's time to take it over, I'm pullin' up in the Maybach
Young boss ****, they askin' me where the change at
Pull it out my pocket, I bet them **** won't take that
Bands on me, young ****, big dog, take that
Written by: Terrence Reaves, Eliot Dubock, Christopher Ruelas, Dustin James Corbett