Beverly Drive

Oh, I don't know how **** move nowadays

Back when we was young, the trap was always miles away

Had no strategy, my attitude was die today

Bad depression, had to park it like a valet

I went to church, but I got nervous what the pastor say

Spoke of greed, I always felt like it was just for me

Poor decisions, I was stealing, wishing this would fade

Now they steal my vision, so I can't say anything

Would we be the same? Dawg, I hang my head in shame

Always willing, will prevail, so go against the grain

Had to build this Architect, the building booming

I'm in the hood with all my ****, feel like J'ouvert

Hit a jux to get the bread to cop a Coogi

Iceberg, bubble goose, I'm eating poutine

More expansion on the house, I need a new wing

Jordan flu game, 33, Ewing

I was broke, so damn right, I'm doing cool things

First time I took a flight, I knew two things

One was, "I could do this rap shit, we don't follow trends"

Two was, "I don't know if I'ma be this high again"

I was wrong, I hit the L, look like I lied again

Like my ladies, natural queens and not with collagen

My spidey senses tingling in my metropolitan

We bend the block, we masked up and move anonymous

What's loyal?

Jammed up, pretend he never saw you

If you are my brother, you get everything, I'm spoiled

If you are my son, show them everything I taught you

Always paying homage to the homies bred before you

On my side, something vague about the sunshine

Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time

Since a youngin', man, the trauma gave me butterflies

Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies

I remember, damn, it was a cold December

LA on my mind but Brooklyn **** know me better

Certainly, I'm fed up, standing, I never settle

I'm on my own, I really thought I had the perfect setup

Still reflecting on the things that we connected on

Still playing jams, I'm a stan when good records on

God blessed us all, some mature faster, Lord

If we spoke it loud, then you know it's passion, dawg

If we smoking loud, then you know it's pass it off

If you scope us out, then we have to crack your jaw

Empty those clips out, you ain't have to ask for more

I don't preach the violence, it's just how I got involved

Always had my smarts, streets showed me it was written

Some **** real Gs, others suffered for some fiction

Comping the predictions, raise the value, not eviction

Cross faded, mixing, getting booted in my district

Always from the soul, I ain't focused on who get it

I'm abrasive, I'm just really photogenic, give me credit

This is live so we never make no edit, uh

Balling so athletic, they just fans and they wanting some aesthetic

What's loyal?

Jammed up, pretend he never saw you

If you are my brother, you get everything, I'm spoiled

If you are my son, show them everything I taught you

Always paying homage to the homies bred before you

On my side, something vague about the sunshine

Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time

Since a youngin', man, the trauma gave me butterflies

Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies

Beverly Drive

I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York

Right on Beverly Road, Flatbush

My dad worked at Hotel Beverly in Manhattan when I was a kid in the 90s

And I wrote these thoughts in Beverly Drive, in Jamaica

Visited my family on the first vacation with them since I was ten years old